My question as to validity is the horizon's lack of fluctuation.
Worked on and literally in the ocean for many years and those waves...
Well they'd be moving what ever the camera is on, or you'd see effect fixed platform would have upon them.
Secondly, I doubt the witness surfer would be paddling towards, without eye contact, said platform.
Where is the blood?
The depth of teeth penetration into the torso of a human, instant blood everywhere.
Especially so considering the shark seems to have allowed food to slip, thus lacerations would be enormous.
Great reaction by buddy surfing.
"Hey bud, let's party !" - Sean Pean "Fast Times at Ridgemont High"
I credit the movie Jaws with both my greatest and worst moments in life. It was at the town cinema premiere showing, everyone was there, by luck I ended up seated to red headed breast fairy blessed Rhonda Fleener.......there is a god!
Ben Gardner's head rolls out of the bottom of the boat and she shoots straight up into the air, lands in my lap and decides I'm the savior of all things holy in the world. WE are holding hands and playing kissy face. God has blessed me
We walk out of the theater, all things return to normal and she announces that I have cooties and never wants to see me again.
I saw Jaws with my girlfriend, a little blonde haired, blue eyed cutie named Cindy. During most of the movie, she had hold of my arm so tight it actually hurt. I never said a word. Had bruises the next day and it made me smile.
The year after I saw "JAWS" I was visiting my brother whose apartment was outside the naval yards at Norfolk, Va. on the beach.
The minute I put my foot in the Chesapeake Bay my mind went to "JAWS" music "Da-Dum....".
Never went further out than ankle high.
During my visit we went on one of those group fishing boats. My brother caught a little foot long baby shark, brought it on board, and everybody came by to whoop that poor shark to death. Which didn't take long, but they all wanted their shot at it regardless. Funny in a macabre way .
When I was a kid, we moved into an older house that my folks rented from a pretty well established family in town. They had built a newer place in a better part of town and when they left our place, there were probably hundreds of books they left behind. In time I became a reader. Somebody in that original family was fascinated with WWII and there was one heckuva library of books on the war in Europe and the war in the Pacific. One of those books was a pile of short story accounts about little known events in the war with Japan and The Indianapolis was one of them. I was a kid and I just wasn't prepared for what I read there. It was all just words on paper, but it was the most harrowing and intense thing I had ever read. I didn't know the story and how it would turn out and the narrator was talking about the hunger and the extreme thirst and the guys just floating in small groups together in the water, the sun beating down on them. The mental anguish was horrible, guys went nuts. They didn't know if help was coming and I didn't know if they were going to get saved. There was just this awful floating in the water and hoping and praying for help and the sharks, just eating those poor guys, one by one and the guys remaining, never knowing if they would be next. It was worse than any horror novel ever written.
Afraid of sharks? Why? They're just cuddly sea puppies!
Truth is, sharks have much greater reason to fear humans than we have reason to fear them. For every person bit or killed by a shark, there's millions of them killed.
...and the Oceans eco-system relies on sharks doing what sharks do.