I’ve never been able to make it through Titanic in a single sitting. I believe by now that I’ve seen the whole film, in pieces here and there, but nothing about it ever compelled me to see the entire ponderous ballbag.

Dunno, I do get that we never look at any disaster and consider it a mass of people dying. We want to humanize the victims and connect with them. We want to possibly know them the way maybe their families knew them. It’s how we process our feelings about tragedy. We need to be able to think about the micro-tragedies within and look hard and find people like us. (We in America might consider doing that for tragedies like Bhopal perhaps but we seem to have a disconnect with South Asia where people die en masse with a seeming frequency. We don’t tend to try to connect with any of them as a group or as individuals. Shame. Sorry for the tangent.) It strikes me as simply fucking tacky though to set a love story against the backdrop of 1500 drowning people. It’s a bit too too. It’s shitty.

Mostly, Titanic is fucking boring, and I love the stars. I just think this was a trash vehicle (haw, It’s a fucking boat. See what I did there?) for both of them.

And I suppose drowning was a better fate for Jack. Imagine how he would have been treated had he tried to have a life with her back on dry land. He didn’t belong in her world. Maybe he knew that and that’s why he let go of the door.