My father loved the movies, and he knew a lot about them. He’d grown up in Greenwich, Connecticut, and as a child he’d gone by himself to the Pickwick Theatre every weekend. On Saturdays, he’d get the ...

I saw Jaws with my father in the summer of 1975, the year it came out. When we walked out of the Oaks movie theater in Berkeley, California, we were giddy, punch-drunk. It’s a perfect movie—a big, ...