When the star of a movie is a giant fish that steals every scene it swims into, it’s easy to forget the human side of cinematic storytelling, unless of course that human side is accompanied by a flash of prurient flesh. The plot of Jaws (1975) is universally known, a classic along the lines of Moby Dick. Man is menaced by a monster of the deep. Man takes umbrage and vows to track the leviathan to a watery grave. What some have forgotten in all this splashing-good, red-water fun is the sensual presence of several well-rounded rumps and sleekly contoured thighs frolicking beneath the surface of the shallows. No wonder the big fish couldn’t resist taking a bite!