NEW YORK, NY.- For nine weeks in 1974, off the shore of Marthas Vineyard, the shooting of Jaws was repeatedly delayed by the whims of its temperamental stars. And by stars, I mean Bruce.
Bruce was the name given to the three mechanical predators built to simulate the great white shark at the heart of the story. As one after another became bloated with saltwater or entangled in seaweed and failed to operate or flat-out sank the crew called the movie Flaws there was little the three equally temperamental human stars could do but try (and usually fail) to be patient. Occasionally they wondered if it might not have been better to train an actual great white for the role.
After seeing The Shark Is Broken, a play about that disastrous shoot, you may wonder the opposite: whether it might not have been better to cast the movie with mechanical humans. The real ones were nearly as glitchy as Bruce. Aboard the Orca, the lobster boat on which much of Jaws was filmed, actors Robert Shaw, Richard Dreyfuss and Roy Scheider bickered, brawled, vomited, kvetched, drank, backstabbed and, like Bruce, broke down.
All of that is faithfully rendered in The Shark Is Broken, which opened Thursday at the Golden Theater, in a production directed by Guy Masterson. Theres a perfect replica of the Orca bobbing prettily on a CGI sea, and costumes minutely matched to the film. (Duncan Henderson is the designer.) Accents, postures, props and hairstyles are fanatically accurate; theres even a hat-tip (by Adam Cork) to John Williams sawing, rasping theme at the start.
But these details do not on their own create much dramatic interest. Plots consisting of hurry-up-and-wait rarely do. Were it not for its curious meta-story, the play would be little more than a pleasant diversion: 95 minutes of bloodless, toothless, Hollywood-adjacent dramedy.
The meta-story gives it a bit more bite. Robert Shaw, who played the Ahab-like shark hunter Quint in Jaws, is played here by Ian Shaw, who is one of his sons. Ian Shaw, who could be his fathers twin, is also, with Joseph Nixon, the plays author. The ancient theme of paterfamilias versus prodigal is obviously engaged, also organizing the arcs of the characters. Like a dorsal fin poking over the waves, their filial conflicts suggest the storys dark undertow.
Unfortunately, the undertow remains mostly under in Mastersons leisurely, self-satisfied staging; you could ask for more urgency even in a play about filling time. But this is quite clearly a love letter, if a complicated one, to a parent who achieved greater success in the same field as his son. (A noted stage actor who crossed back and forth to film, Robert Shaw won an Oscar for A Man for All Seasons.)
So even though we see him drink himself into a stupor, ruthlessly bully Dreyfuss (Alex Brightman) to improve his performance, and browbeat Scheider (Colin Donnell) about his sunbathing and spirituality, Ian Shaw has him winking with gruff charm to take the edge off the awfulness. He also makes sure to show us, in two set pieces, how fine an actor his father was and thus, in an Oedipal somersault, how fine he is, too.
One of those set pieces the USS Indianapolis monologue from the movie, in which Quint reveals the origin of his shark hatred can at least be justified by the story. We watch Robert Shaw rehearse it and flub it until, in the plays last beat, he nails it. But the barely motivated inclusion of Shakespeares Sonnet 29 (When, in disgrace with fortune and mens eyes) comes off as overkill, even though gorgeously spoken; its as if The Shark Is Broken were a brief for Robert Shaws admission to actors heaven, with John Gielgud at the gate.
The sonnets supposed purpose is to calm Dreyfuss, who is having a panic attack, but Dreyfuss, playing the marine biologist Hooper in the movie, is a full-time panic attack anyway. Brightmans wicked impersonation, complete with Dreyfusian giggles, shrugs and glasses-pokes, highlights the boundless neurosis of a character who says, Nothing good ever happened to any Jew on the water. When he admits he took the role in Jaws only because he was sure, at 26, his career was over, it sounds like he means his life was.
That he and Scheider (as the police chief Brody) are given daddy issues helps bind their stories thematically to that of both Shaws. Robert Shaws father, we learn, was an alcoholic who died by suicide; Ian Shaws, of course, was Robert enough said.
Still, Dreyfuss guilt over not becoming a lawyer and Scheiders mild recollections of his fathers beatings feel underwhelming. In the competition for messed-up-ness, they lose every heat handily to Robert Shaw, and recede in his wake especially Scheider, who has little to do but placate the others. His best scene, which the silky Donnell carries off perfectly, finds him stripping to his Speedo to catch some rays; there are no lines.
Thats telling, because the dialogue overall is labored. Through much of the longish first scene, the authors stuff resume excerpts and scraps of backstory into envelopes of supposedly casual dialogue. (I shot this thing last year, Dreyfuss says, The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz.) Casting about for laughs, they use whatever chum they can, whether its borrowed W.C. Fields or cheesy backfilled irony. There will never be a more immoral president than Tricky Dicky, Scheider says of Richard Nixon, welcoming the audiences look-how-that-turned-out response.
In the end, The Shark Is Broken isnt interested in argument and interpretation any more than Jaws was. When Dreyfuss says the movie theyre making is about the subconscious, and Scheider posits that its about responsibility, Shaw, as always, wins by proclamation. Its about a shark! he brays.
So is the play, in a way, and thats why it remains diverting enough for a summer on Broadway. Its sharks are human, though. Theyre called sons.
The Shark Is BrokenThrough Nov. 19 at the Golden Theater, Manhattan; thesharkisbroken.com. Running time: 1 hour, 35 minutes.
This article originally appeared in
The New York Times.