I was showing the Indianapolis scene from Jaws to Grace last night and I was struck by how much the first few minutes, where Richard Dreyfuss and Robert Shaw (5’5 and 5’10, incidentally) roll up their sleeves and pant legs to roll around with one another in a banquette gleefully petting and displaying various scars and scrubbed-out tattoos, felt like watching two roughly contemporary trans men becoming instant best friends at a house party at 2 in the morning.
Only watched Jaws for the first time recently and THAT’S WHAT I FELT TOO. This insolent rice-cracker-munching highly competent boat dude has some real trans energy and I would like to capture it in a bottle and drink it.
In this scene I felt the scars on my leg twitching, screeching to be shown.
Only watched Jaws for the first time recently and THAT’S WHAT I FELT TOO. This insolent rice-cracker-munching highly competent boat dude has some real trans energy and I would like to capture it in a bottle and drink it.
In this scene I felt the scars on my leg twitching, screeching to be shown.