I have a feeling I get watching jaws, when the men are in the little boat in the middle of the dark sea, drunk and singing, and it’s cozy and fun, and the fantasist in me hopes that in this version of the film the shark will decide he’s not evolutionarily advanced enough to hold a grudge against a bunch of humans and he’ll swim away and no one will get eaten. I watch, knowing the worst is a certainty, but still faintly believing I might have the one dud tape for those sensitive souls who can’t face reality.
- Anna Maxted, Running in Heels