Steven Spielberg’s Jaws turned 35 earlier this month. Yup, it was 35 years ago (on June 20, 1975 to be exact) that the modern Hollywood blockbuster was born and with it, a drastic increase in human beings’ irrational fear of sharks. I can clearly remember floating on a raft with my sister on Siesta Key in Florida one hot summer day sometime around 1984 when she said, “You know, in Jaws, the shark always attacks when people are calmly dangling their legs off their rafts.” So we hauled ass back to the shore. I’m not sure I’d even seen the actual movie by then, but the poster (left) was terrifying enough for my impressionable mind. The whole idea of a great, ravenous beast opening its mouth to take a bite out of an unsuspecting swimmer so freaked me out that my fear of what lies beneath soon extended to all bodies of water: lakes, ponds, rivers, and yes friends, even sometimes pools. I am not kidding.
So I can thank Mr. Spielberg for scarring me for life with his brilliant, timeless classic about a killer shark. Who are you sending your shrink bill to? What movie created your greatest irrational fear? Let the message board be your therapist! Share!