Plus, you know they're going to sink the damn boat, how sad could it be?
OK, total lack of caring whether Leo or Kate's characters died, but the little kids? And the old couple? That was sad.
Unfortunately, I didn't know how LONG the movie was the first time I saw it, and I hadn't eaten dinner. So I got a sandwich and a big big coke, and snuck them into the theater...and then about an hour in, really had to go to the bathroom. But I kept thinking "Well, surely the boat is about to sink", and I didn't want to miss anything, so I held it. And then the movie went on for like, TWO MORE HOURS, and I was so irritated and frustrated that really, I hadn't watched most of those two hours, becuase I was thinking "Isn't it over yet? I have to go to the bathroom!".
but the little kids? And the old couple? That was sad.
I seriously think I was disturbing everyone else in the theatre with my bawling at those bits. The snot aspect was also unpleasant.
Isn't it over yet? I have to go to the bathroom!
Plus all that lovely sloshing water. Must've been fun.
I was hysterical over the orchestra playing as the ship went down. The moments that I liked in that film were all about the very minor characters.
During my lunch hour, I was in Tim Horton's, like a good Canadian. As I'm leaving, a guy walks in and asks, in an accent that wouldn't be a stranger on
Coronation Street,
if they serve English coffee. Does anyone know what he means by English coffee?
(Tim Horton's is a Canadian chain that sells cheap, mean, nasty coffee and the One True Doughnut. It's a Canadian institution.)
This is why I make it a firm policy never to take water or any kind of drink into the theatre. No need to encourage those kidneys.
In my defense, Titanic came out in 1998, didn't it? So I was only 13 and uneducated in the art of resisting anything, let alone the crying vibes that movie put out.
Oh, well you post much older. Given that you're now precisely half my age, and then were much less than half my age (then), I don't think the crying gods should be picking on you at all.
I do think they could have made it a much better movie if they'd cut out the Jack/Rose love story and just left in the bits with Billy Zane and that part where Kate Winslet got nekkid. And that movie should definitely have a bladder warning. I think some of the intended tragedy was probably lost on the large percentage of the audience thinking, "Oh hurry up and die already, I've got to pee!"
I cried at Titanic, too. But it wasn't when the ship was sinking, or when Leo died (I was blissfully cheerful at that point). Nope--I started choking up when the camera panned over the photographs of Rose's life. Which makes me feel kinda warped, in a way. ("Oh, look, thousands of people dying--yawn. Oh, now Jack's dead--whatever. Oh, now she's all alone--okay. Oh my god, she had a good life! bawling)
What clinched it, though, was the very last scene, with all of the dead passengers--from all three classes--together in the main hall. What with my weakened defenses from the "good life" scene, I was lost.
I didn't get in the least weepy-eyed at Titanic, but a recent mother's day commercial with a little tiny girl singing to her mother while bringing her breakfast in bed --a box of cheerios and a daisy -- made me teary-eyed.
