Or the calm before the storm...waiting for that day when all...or is it devotion to All things Bright and Beautiful. Ah the mystery of life and modeling.

Wow - paint going down! You are nearing the finish line! I have great confidence that with Spidie on overwatch, you'll bring her into port in fantastic shape!

Thanks, Greg. I plan to get more paint on her tomorrow (and on the sister build, the USS Indianapolis) and make a real leap forward in the build. Encouragement much appreciated.

David, a spot of psychic ability there - the photo below was taken just after I saw the show at the Edinburgh Festival.

The play was utterly brilliant, the whole show acted out in the cabin of the Orca - could not have been more appropriate for this build log!

@davem

You're getting awful close to "real life" in this little adventure. Beware anyone offering you a wee "three hour tour" out on the waves!

Greg, let me share with you what 30 years working as a psychologist tells me about ‘real life’. It’s all smoke and mirrors.

Shakespeare had the right of it (as he so often does) when he says, “all the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts”.

The play, “The Shark is Broken” is a case in point. It portrays three men (Shaw, Henderson, and Scott-Murray, above) who are in turn playing three men (Shaw, Scheider, and Dreyfus, below...) who are playing three fictional men (Quint, Brody, and Hooper).

So, Ian Shaw plays his own alcoholic, borderline father (Robert Shaw, who died tragically young) talking about HIS own alcoholic father (Thomas Shaw, who killed himself aged 53), all while dressed in the character of an alcoholic, borderline sea captain mentally tortured by an unspeakable trauma (the Indianapolis).

The play, like our best acting in life, blurs and manipulates the line between ‘reality’ and ‘pretend’. Making the audience accept a story as is every bit as valid (in our mind and emotions) as ‘real life’. The best line in the play? - ‘Scheider’ turns to ‘Shaw’ and says, “Robert, I swear I sometimes don’t know where you stop and Quint starts”. ‘Shaw’ just smiles, knowingly, and says, “neither do I”.

When I feel I don’t need to ‘act’ a role, I’m at my happiest (mainly modeling, being with my kids, time on my own). When I can get patients to drop the inherent pressure and futility that comes with trying to play their own Oscar winning, perfect part in their own lives, I know my job is largely done.

Sorry to go on, but this WiP is, after all, about movies, about Jaws, and isn’t all modeling about expressing some internal vision, replicating our version of ‘reality’ (Marseille as the hero, killing machines as forms of beauty).

In the same way, Greg, my idealised version of ‘reality’ is that perfect moment, sitting in that cabin, on a quest to defeat an unspeakable evil, with ‘brothers’, drinking a beer, singing...comparing scars. Guess that’s why I’m building this boat...

@gkittinger

"Ian, Shaw plays his own alcoholic, borderline father (Robert Shaw, who died tragically young) talking about HIS own alcoholic father (Thomas Shaw, who killed himself aged 53), all while dressed in the character of an alcoholic,".

That is as close to character acting as one can get. A tragedy of a tragedy. Alcoholism is a disease. At what point do you seperate or see a man who is playing a man who acting and behaving or showing the characteristic of the disease while entertaining a audience ...gives pause. Shaw was an adult yes but, at some level he was taken advantage of ...probably paid handsomely and given credit for his acting abilities. A little perverse I'd say. Entertaining but, perverse.