When I
first saw “Titanic”, it made a huge impression on me. So huge that I still
remember the date of the screening (it was on the 17th January 1998
– I still have the ticket, if you want a proof!), that I didn’t cry in the
theatre, that I’ve considered becoming a historian. I had just turned 13 and,
beyond the beauty of the film and the dramatic true story of that unlucky ship,
I fell in love with Leonardo DiCaprio… I even, and don’t you dare judging me,
see him as some sort of ex-boyfriend. I’ve loved him thaaaaaaat much for about
3 or 4 years. Then, reality hit me: I’m not a model and, therefore, Leo won’t
ever even look at me…
But that’s
another story, back to the review!
Two weeks
ago, on Saturday the 14th April 2012, the world commemorated the 100th
anniversary of the sinking. And, as I wanted to do something special too, I’ve
decided to go to the movies and see “Titanic 3D”. Honestly, what a
great-kinda-sick-way to remember what happened?!
At this
point, you have to know that, ever since that first screening 15 years ago,
I’ve managed to cry and sob every time I’ve watched the film. So, I knew and I
had warned my friend: tears would stream down my face!
10 pm, room
gets dark, 3D glasses reinforce that feeling of being alone in a room full of
people (no, no, I’m not quoting Rose!), film starts and that music gets me
immediately, just like if I had been punched in the stomach…And I shed a few
tears.
Feels like
it’s going to be a loooong and sad evening! The 3D is great in this case
because it gives perspective to the ship and it helps you realise how big and
impressive the Titanic must have been. It also make young Leo totally gorgeous
and I’ve surprised myself trying to actually touch him, with my hand awkwardly
held ahead of me.
We all know
the story: Jack and Rose meet, they fall in love. She’s stuck in a life that
others decided for her; he’s a poor but very gifted artist. And they decide to
run away together when the boat will arrive in New York…but destiny, fate, God,
a freaking iceberg says “NO” and the ship hits a huge pile of ice, floating in
the middle of the ocean.
The ship
sinks fast; people are stuck, killed, drowned, frozen. And Jack, our wonderful
lovely Jack who was offering Rose a whole new poor yet happy life, dies. He’s
turned into a popsicle and Rose is saved. She arrives in New York and gets
Jack’s last name, as a proof of love and a thank you.
Now you’re
wondering “where did she start crying?”…Well, when the Titanic hit the iceberg:
I’ve looked at my watch and thought “A hundred years ago, all this happened for
real. Real people saw that unsinkable ship rise in the sky and disappear in the
cold waters. Real people fought for their life and eventually lost the battle.”
All that overwhelmed me and I cried, cried cried until I thought I wasn’t even
able to produce another tear.
I’ve held
my loud sobbing until the moment when Rose gets back on the Titanic, back to
Jack. Then, I’ve lost it and…apparently, the people in the theatre started
smiling and laughing until they realised I wasn’t stopping…
I should
feel embarrassed but I don’t: I’m really sensitive and the whole thing would
have made cry a stone or a potato! I only feel bad because my friend got scared
I was actually drowning into my own tears…
Miss DiversiT
