This article originally appeared in the Boston Phoenix on June 4, 1974
Governor Sargent posed for the photographers on a pier in Edgartown, preparing to let fly a bottle of vintage California champagne against the hill of the Orca, a pleasure craft transformed into a Nova Scotian Trawler to be used in Universal's production of Jaws. Based on Peter Benchley's bestseller and directed by 26-year-old Steve Spielberg (late of The Sugarland Express), Jaws documents a seaside community's battle with a Great White Shark, whose man-eating maraudings threaten to ruin the profitable peak-season tourist trade. "I just want you to know, I've read Jaws," crooned His Excellency, "and I think it's the most mahvelous book I've ever read."
Jaws' cast includes Roy Scheider (Gene Hackman's cop sidekick in The French Connection) as Brody, the town's chief of police; Richard Dreyfuss (last seen in American Graffiti) as Hooper, the young Ivy League oceanographer; and Robert Shaw (the heavy of The Sting) as Quint, a latter-day Captain Ahab who becomes obsessed with killing the Great White. But top billing clearly goes to the shark. I stumbled upon the sequestered star on the upper level of a grey hangar-sized warehouse used by the Jaws Art Department in Edgartown. 24 feet long, its gaping jaws ringed with real-enough bicuspids and its eyes rolled back in a bloodlust frenzy, it looked terrifying enough just lying there on its scaffolding. Trucked out by Universal from Hollywood, where it had been created by former Disney engineer Bob Mattey, the Great White had been going through final preparations prior to launching.
In fact, there are three sharks, but they will add up to one leviathan on the screen. One's used for right profiles, one for left — and, in the tradition of all indispensable action stars, a full-face shark will do stunt work for the other two. The profile sharks had their blind sides cut away. Their inner workings of pumps, gauges, hoses and clamps reminded me of one of Andy Granatelli's old steam-belching Indy Novi Specials.
Elastex Nemesis
"They're made of elastex; it makes for a very lifelike skin. Very flexible," explained the engineer on duty. Could they do anything beyond look terrifying? "Sure," he said, pointing his finger at the fusebox labels in the sharks' bellies ('Eyes,' 'Mouth,' etc.). "They can flip this way and that, roll their eyes, and bite down with 1700 pounds of pressure; enough to look convincing. Run by pneumatic engine," he added with laconic pride. Mounted on rods fastened to a platform beneath the waterline, the shark could move at high speed for a short distance, he explained. And with a catapult, the stand-in could even leap clear out of the Atlantic.
"Well, I'm just a journalist, and I was curious," I said, preparing to leave. "A what?" gasped the engineer, taking a step back. "The producers'd have a heart attack if they knew you were here." The Great Whites were very much off limits, and I only noticed the Keep-Out signs when I retreated back down the stairs.
"You&ldots;saw the sharks?" director Spielberg queried me, as we sat on the porch stoop of a clapboard house near the East Chop Lighthouse a mile from Oak Bluffs. (The shooting that day was an interior dinner scene between Brody and his son.)
