I wanted to see Titanic again because just seeing the previews made me feel soo nostalgic. I was 11 years old when the movie first came out. It was one of the first PG-13 movies I ever saw (the other one was Wild Thing, which was confusing for a young, naive, Southern Baptist girl). I named my pet goldfishes Jack and Rose (no joke). I listened to Celene Dion's My Heart Will Go On nonstop. Not to mention Leonardo DiCaprio was my first celebrity crush. I had posters of him, that I had ripped out of teen bop and tiger beat magazine, all over my walls. And if I had lived in California at that time, I'm sure I would have become his stalker.
One of the things that surprised me most about re-watching the movie is how young Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio were. When I was just a little teeny bopper, they seemed so old to me. So grown up, so mature. And now I am YEARS older than the characters they are supposed to be portraying. It's kind of like how when I used to watch The Real World when I was younger, I couldn't wait to be their age, so I could party and do stupid things under the guise of "figuring out who I am." But now I'm older than them, and I watch them thinking why are you doing these stupid things? Why don't you stop partying, and go out and get jobs, and become productive members of society?
Despite the age shock, I have to report that the movie has stood the test of time. And I really enjoyed my afternoon by myself at the movies. But the movie has left me wondering about two things that I have been wondering about for years. Why didn't Rose share that enormous floating door she was on with Jack when they were floating in the middle of the Atlantic? And why didn't Rose at least put her life belt on Jack, since she was safe on the door? These questions will probably always go unanswered, and yet they will always haunt me.
Song of the Day: Crazy Love, Vol. II by Paul Simon