Sunday, 2 February 2014

Titanic, The Movie

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I wrote this on April 5, 1998 after I came back after watching Titanic for the second time. It was rare then, and it is rare now, for me to watch a movie twice on theater. Actually I can think of only one other film which would fit this criteria for me. And I watched that movie twice because some relatives insisted that we join them when they were going. It was DDLJ.
As for Titanic, I would have been more than happy to have watched it again and again... So here's what I wrote back then -
Saw 'Titanic' for the second time today. And maybe because it was the second time I could look beyond how indescribably good Leonardo DiCaprio (Jack) was looking, the flawless beauty of Kate Winslet (Rose), the elegance of the first class passengers, the comparison between the 1st class and 3rd class passengers, the beautiful sets and costumes, the brilliance of the director in showing even the engines and the workers there - all in all, the whole grandeur. I was not preoccupied with the story of Jack and Rose... I knew that already.
The first time I watched the movie, I had felt shattered when Jack had died. My sister had said thoughtfully, "1500 people died in reality and Jack is who matters." 

The fact remained that it would have been a happy, hopeful and romantic ending had they both lived... and lived happily ever after.

Today was the second time. The first impression, as I usually feel it always is, was shallow and ephemeral. (Is the first impression ever the last impression? I have never ever experienced it to be.)

After the second watch, the significance struck home - Jack died, Rose lived... Life for Rose went on. Many people aboard Titanic died, many lived... For the ones who lived, life went on. One may stop and look back from time to time... Rose must have... But one can't die for the dead.

The beauty of it is that Rose didn't just survive, she lived a good, happy life.
Even 101 year old Rose didn't let go. Towards the end of the film, when she climbed is on the deck of the ship, my thought was that she would commit suicide for Jack... but she doesn't. Today I realised she wouldn't. That would have been out of character for the strong, happy Rose, who loved life.
That isn't how life works. Life works on dreams and fantasies, on hopes and wishes, on memories (Rose had Jack’s) and promises (she made one to him, ‘never to let go’). Above all, life goes on, because you have that strength and courage to face it and live it... and because you have it in you not to let the sorrows drown you, but let the memories of it keep you afloat, as you live each moment, making more beautiful memories... but never forgetting the old ones.
'It had been 84 years’. Loved it, when she says, ‘He saved me in every possible way a person can be saved’.

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