Jaws 2

In Jaws 2 the shark sits up and begs to have its unreality noticed. With its lifeless eyes and autopilot movements, it looks as if it would be more at home patrolling your bath-tub.

While it's not worth standing too long in line for, it's [a] pleasant little thriller.

There was reason to believe that "Jaws 2" would be a mess. It isn't. It's better than most sequels. It's formula-ridden but slick, and the special effects work as intended.

While it lacks the originality, wit and character interplay that gave "Jaws" an exceptionally appealing impact, "Jaws 2" is proficient enough to avoid bombing out.

It never comes close to the classic status of its predecessor, but for drive-in horror thrills, this still has sufficient bite.

The surprise in Jaws 2 is that, given the givens, it came out as well as it did. For me, in terms of sheer visceral zapping, it's better than the first time around (or under).

It’s not a strong reinterpretation, reimagining, or even trashification of the original; it’s just Jaws again, with less memorable characters and less effective suspense sequences.

Watchable.

The thrills are still there, but the intelligence and humor and theatrical flair that made jaws so much fun are gone.

An aquatic slasher film that takes the time to explore Sheriff Brody's PTSD from the first film, Jaws 2 had no need being this good. While most of the teens are indistinguishable, Marge's death is horrifying and their fear is real and palpable.