All the guys in the theater cheered when Jack became a Popsicle.
She made no room for him, and then she let go of his hand.
"Titanic" remains one of my favorite movies.
If I'm channel-surfing and it comes on, I'll watch it until the conclusion.
I've seen is countless times and it never gets old.
It exemplified old-fashioned Hollywood filmmaking and storytelling and was deserving of every accolade it earned.
The real heroes were the men in the Boiler Room.
The good thing about this movie was that for an entire generation it made the Titanic story something that was real, emotional and relatable rather than just a story of something that happened long ago.
bkmk
Next up: we consider if Jabba The Hutt could have survived his treacherous strangling by Princess Leia...
Scientists?
Rose was safe onboard the makeshift raft when Jack swam over and tried to climb on. He said to Rose that even though he was poor he would always love her.
All Rose heard was he was poor and then she pushed him under the water.... : )
True story.
I clapped so hard when that little dip**** drowned...
My capsule review of Titanic: Adventures of 1997 people on a 1912 ship.
He could have remembered that he just met her a few hours ago and took the door away from her. The perfect crime.
Mythbusters did that several years ago. Is Cameron stealing that and claiming it for himself?
Harry poem “The Convergence of the Twain” (which was read at a memorial service after the sinking of the Titanic):
The Convergence of the Twain
BY THOMAS HARDY
(Lines on the loss of the “Titanic”)
I
In a solitude of the sea
Deep from human vanity,
And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
II
Steel chambers, late the pyres
Of her salamandrine fires,
Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
III
Over the mirrors meant
To glass the opulent
The sea-worm crawls — grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
IV
Jewels in joy designed
To ravish the sensuous mind
Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
V
Dim moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at the gilded gear
And query: “What does this vaingloriousness down here?” ...
VI
Well: while was fashioning
This creature of cleaving wing,
The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything
VII
Prepared a sinister mate
For her — so gaily great —
A Shape of Ice, for the time far and dissociate.
VIII
And as the smart ship grew
In stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
IX
Alien they seemed to be;
No mortal eye could see
The intimate welding of their later history,
X
Or sign that they were bent
By paths coincident
On being anon twin halves of one august event,
XI
Till the Spinner of the Years
Said “Now!” And each one hears,
And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.