[From IMDb:] Police chief Brody must protect the citizens of Amity after a second monstrous shark begins terrorizing the waters.
Dear readers, I’m dying.* And in times like these**, it seems appropriate to return to something familiar; something comforting.
Of course, I’m writing for a horror blog here, so “familiar and comforting” also happens to mean “part of the franchise that pretty much solidified my distrust of any body of water I can’t see the width and breadth of.
Expanding on the obviously successful formula of the first movie, Jaws 2 trades in some of the original’s deeper moments of character development in favour of more action-packed shark-related shenanigans. It still manages to showcase the obvious trauma of Chief Brody (Roy Scheider) after the events of the first movie, but, let’s face it, without the combination of Scheider, Robert Shaw, and Richard Dreyfuss, there was always going to be some comparative lack of depth.
Honestly though, I don’t particularly care. It’s not like, even with its greater emphasis on shark attacks and explosions, Jaws 2 is a shallow movie. It just has more shark attacks and explosions!
And we still have the interaction between Scheider and Lorraine Gary, who do a totally believable rapport as a middle-aged couple.
I do feel like the repetition of the conceit that no one believes Brody about there being a shark is a bit much, though. It’s not like the island – and Brody especially – don’t have some experience with this kind of stuff, y’know?
In contrast, the addition of the focus on the kids works well. It not only lightens the feel of the movie a bit, but means that when things inevitably go wrong, Brody’s still got some skin in the game. As both a contrast to the actions of the shark, and a linchpin for the movie’s most dramatic scenes, they work well.
Overall, while Jaws 2 might not be as good as Jaws, it’s a pretty decent sequel. Not only that, but it’s an enjoyable movie in its own right – with some truly memorable scenes (I actually remembered more from this movie than I did Jaws).
Now, excuse me while I go and practice my Donna Wilkes-inspired screaming in a mirror. Or have a nap. I could go either way.
* Not really.
** I just have a cold. It’s not even that bad.