Theres brilliance in this oblique take on life in quarantine. By queering Jaws, the ur-text of an unseen menace holding a town in terror, Christopher Bollen reveals the humanity of those in the background, the extras, the victims. On a wide scale, we see the struggles of unemployment during lockdown, being a closeted teen in small town America, and the obliteration of summer. On a finer scale, Bollen brings a masterful eye for the minute detail that reveals characterwitness a gas station manager wiping his nose with the underside of his wrist even though his hands happen to be clean. But whatever the scale, SWAJ is achingly fun.