I was one of *those* people. I saw the movie Titanic in the theater 3 times.
In all fairness, I had been laid off from corporate America, and had a few weeks (and no Declan) before I started working in the non-profit world at the cancer center. So I had the time.
And yes, I am a sap and got sucked in to the love story, even though it was some of the worst dialog in the history of cinema. (Rose! Jack! Rose! Jack!)
But mainly, I was just ensnared by majesty of the boat. The tragedy of the disaster. And even though James Cameron should never be allowed to write a screenplay again, no one can deny that he absolutely captured what that frozen and terrifying night in the middle of the Atlantic must have been like.
Then I was obsessed and read book after book about the history of the boat. The stories of the people. Something about that date with destiny still completely mystifies me.
It. Was. Amazing.
If this comes to your town, or you live here in Denver (it’s around till January 6th) – YOU MUST GO.
I got chills looking at some many things pulled up from the boat. But also, the way they set up the exhibit, you really get a sense for the boat, the way she was built, who was on her, how they lived, how they died, and ultimately… how she sank.
We were given cards at the entrance to the exhibit, telling us what passenger we “were,” and asked to check the board at the end of the exhibit… to see if we made it or not.
Bryan knew the answer right away, as he was Colonel John Jacob Astor. The richest man on the whole stinkin’ ship. (Pssst: He doesn’t make it).
I was Helen Churchill Candee, a practical and freethinking woman who had written several books – AND survived Titanic.
Declan was Major Archibald Butt, an influential military aide to Presidents Taft and Roosevelt – who also went down with the ship.
Bryan spent a good part of the exhibit cracking jokes about being John Assss-tor and hanging out with Major BUTT.
Declan’s favorite part was the iceberg room, where they had a real 10 foot tall iceberg that you could touch. (Although he believed we had changed over to a Happy Feet exhibit!)
My favorite part was the attention to all levels of passenger, and the real stories of people who were on board. I had tears in my eyes several times and a pit in my stomach the whole way through, and joked to Bryan that I must have died on that ship in a past life, because something about it STILL completely captivates me.
And I promise, it’s not young, hot Leonardo DiCaprio.
(Although, OK, he really *is* hot too.)