Gonna destroy two decades of built-up SDMB cred to do a 25th anniversary appreciation thread about one of my favorite movies, the only movie I paid full price to see 5 times, and… up until Tarantino’s Grindhouse… was the most “communal”, if that’s the word, I’ve been with a movie theater audience.
At the time, I was far more into entertainment (movie) news than I am now, and like many here, was a massive Big Jim fan - and with a track record that included Terminator, T2, Aliens, and True Lies, few 30 year-old men at the time weren’t.
But a costume drama? A romance? Not at all what I go to see James Cameron for. But… it’s Cameron. And it’s the Titanic, and since A Night To Remember was the first adult book I read (about 25 years prior), I’ll go and see what he can do. The sinking - ought to be exciting! Thrilling! Fun! Lord knows I loved my disasters, have since I was a kid lugging around a book called, IIRC, “Mankind’s Greatest Disasters”. Floods! Exploding ships! Volcanos and firestorms! All of it was exciting and I couldn’t wait to see what sort of entertainment Cameron had waiting for me.
So my wife and I sit down. And I realized my mistake in the above assumptions literally within, God, what? 45 seconds? The movie opens up with the sepia toned film of the launch (you can see these images later in the film), Sissel’s singing, and then it transitions to the dark water, and the title appears.
And that was all it fuckin’ took: I was already choked up. Goddamn… this is going to be sad. Not a damned line of dialogue had been spoken, nothing had even happened, but the overall tone of the film had been… for me… successfully set. This wasn’t just a romance. Or an action film. It wasn’t going to be fun, not at all.
Titanic was going to be a tragedy.
And I wasn’t the only one, judging by the sniffles. Or perhaps it was the season, this was December 19th, 1997 after all.
I started crying rather late in the movie - there were, IIRC, two consecutive shots that showed the pain and futility of those in the ocean. The ship goes down, hundreds of people in the water screaming… and I knew they would almost all die… and then Cameron makes a cut, wide-screen, showing just how minor, insignificant all this drama was compared to the ocean which would kill them.
Just lost it.
It was transformative. I can’t think of another word for it, but it was transformative. I didn’t start re-evaluating my life and all that, let’s not be silly, but Titanic did make me realize that the numbers, the enquiries, the stats and details, all of this which I had focused on from childhood-onward re: disasters, helped me hide the larger human toll from myself.
I, too, was Brock: I never let it in. And, when it came to tragedy, I had been Brock my entire life.
Dammit.
So many moments - Kate Winslet’s reveal, when she gets out of the car. The dinner scene, where Jack flips his matches to Cal. Kate, jumping out of the lifeboat, back on to the Titanic. The final sinking. That masterful scene where they tell you what you’re about to see, then they spend 2 hours showing it. The final scene, where Rose goes back to the place she felt most alive. That transition shot…
We left the theater, sat in our car for five minutes processing, and promptly saw it again the next day.
And here it is, 25yrs later. Cameron has made just two films since then, which… for any other director… would be a failure. But I saw Avatar 2 today, purposely on the 25th anniversary of Titanic’s release, and goddamn if he didn’t do it again.
This film has its detractors (I can see y’all in another thread, thx), but it genuinely was one of the finest movie-going experiences of my life, one worth remembering, and posting about, a quarter-century later.
I’ll never let go.