Jaws log

« Courage and stupidity. Those are the two things Steven Spielberg thinks about when he looks back on his much younger self as he prepared to film Jaws on location on Martha’s Vineyard in the spring of 1974.

Carl Gottlieb, who was called in to finish a rough Benchley-Spielberg screenplay and who plays the publisher of the Amity Gazette in the film, concurs that it was a difficult shoot and that it could have ended in disaster.

« I had a couple of advantages, » Gottlieb says in a telephone interview from New York. « It was my first produced feature film so I had no fear. More realistically, I came from a five-six-year background of improvisational acting and directing and I knew good work could be created quickly, on the fly. »

In his 1975 book Jaws Log, which is enjoying a new hardcover re-issue by Newmarket Press, Gottlieb explains how the film was rushed into production without a finished script.

He found himself acting in scenes by day and dashing off pages of rewrites by night. »

From Screenwriter’s Utopia.

Vertigo

I knew it! I knew it could happen! People think I’m weird because I’m afraid of walking on bridges but people DO fall off of them! I cannot for the life of me find anything about this on the Web, but I heard on the radio today that some guy fell through the space between the sidewalk and the road on the Jacques-Cartier bridge this weekend. I also heard that the guy is alive and only got a few bruises. Wow. I can only imagine the force of the impact when he hit the water. Ouch!

When I lived in San Francisco, I took countless friends to the Golden Gate Bridge but I’m a bit ashamed to say that I never actually walked across the damn thing myself. I’d manage to walk to the first gate and say « ok, that’s it, see you back at the car. » There is a rather large space between the pedestrian walkway and the actual road of the bridge and I couldn’t help looking down at the water as I walked, which always gave me vertigo. Strangely, I don’t have a problem with driving across bridges (the link is a video), except for the Victoria bridge in Montreal, which scares the hell out of me.