Some movies transcend badness to become pure entertainment. For me, Jaws: The Revenge—the fourth installment in the Jaws franchise—is one of those movies. It’s not just my favorite Jaws sequel; it’s a masterpiece of ridiculousness. And honestly, ridiculous + shark is the perfect formula in my book.
Let’s be clear: this movie is not scary. At all. In fact, it’s mostly hilarious. Somehow, the shark—yes, the shark—develops a personal vendetta against the Brody family, following them from Amity all the way to the Bahamas. That alone raises several eyebrows, but it gets even better when you realize this isn’t just any shark. Oh no, this is some kind of psychic shark. It’s like the fish can smell bloodlines, hunting only the Brody family while leaving most of the locals to sip cocktails in peace. Sure, a few other unlucky souls get munched along the way, adding to the film’s body count, but it’s clear this shark has a very specific hit list.
The shark’s abilities are truly something to behold. It doesn’t just swim fast—it swims supersonically from New England to the Caribbean with mind-boggling speed. And it’s not just a mindless predator; this shark seems capable of plotting intricate revenge schemes like it’s some kind of villain mastermind. But the pièce de résistance? The shark roars. Yes, folks, the shark roars. I’ll never forget that sound—a bellowing beast from the deep, defying science, logic, and marine biology all at once. It’s priceless.
This movie earns the coveted “Beer is optional” rating. In the end, Jaws: The Revenge is bad in all the right ways. It’s cheesy, nonsensical, and over-the-top—and that’s exactly what makes it so entertaining. If you’re looking for serious scares or intense thrills, this isn’t the film for you. But if you love a good laugh and can appreciate a shark with a flair for the dramatic, this movie is a wild ride worth taking.
