One of my favorite parts about the summertime is going to the movies. On a hot humid day, there’s no better feeling than entering a large cold dark room with an ice-cold beverage, ready to be transported into a story. Hollywood has been banking on this idea and it’s worked. The modern origin of the blockbuster took place on June 20th, 1975 with the release of Steven Spielberg’s Jaws. Audiences devoured Spielberg’s exciting and terror-filled film that set the standard for the summer blockbuster. While Jaws is considered a classic blockbuster for its special effects, superb cast, and story, these credentials are not always necessary. Sometimes you can have one or two of these and still have a blockbuster that people will come back to again and again. As a writer, I am always ready to write about film as an art form that adds to the human consciousness in important ways. At the same time, I can appreciate a film that places the spectacle before anything else. Sometimes you just want to be taken on a ride. Sometimes you want an overconfident lead to save the day with swagger. Sometimes you just want shit to blow up. No blockbuster does this better than the 1996 film Independence Day.