Richard: I think it's great and kind of funny and weird that amidst all this technical wizardry and sweep and scale and all that, James Cameron managed to squish a little feminist bit of business into the movie. Sure it's pretty basic stuff — women are not possessions, corsets as representation of society's strictures, etc. — but I can't see anything to snark about here, really, especially when you consider all the impressionable blubbering teenage girls who saw this movie back then, and will likely see it now, if the pack of young sobbers we saw yesterday are any indication. There's some good, if easy, stuff in there for them. Ain't nothing wrong with a little girl power, not in 1997, not now. Though, if you wanted to get really into the nitty gritty of it, Jack is the one who "saves" her in the end. Sure she saves him at one point too, but ultimately she's willing to die for love but he won't let her. Might we have seen that trope in another popular bit of fiction recently? Hint: what comes after day but before night? When the stars come out? Yeah. And any comparisons to that mess is when things start to get hairy. So let's not over-analyze.
Thoughts about water (and fire)
Jen: The elements were where 3D really sang in this film. The pistons (or whatever they are) firing down below as the men keep the ship's engine's going. The water, so much water. It's everywhere, and you realize how consuming and destructive it can be, which is something you generally don't think about in the shower. The ticking of the clock (is time an element? For our purposes, yes) also had such a role in this. The stars are bigger and brighter. The bergs. The bergs! The water is so cold. So tragically cold.
Richard: I'm telling you, I think they sneaked in an extra bit of sensory immersion yesterday by lowering the temperature of the theater gradually. By the time the string quartet was jamming on the deck and that poor sad Irish lady was sending her kids to Tír na nÓg, I was pretty freezing. Well done, movie theater! But yes, sparks and ice and everything else did pop with that extra dimension, and the chilly blue of that water never looked better.
Thoughts about Leonardo DiCaprio
Jen: Be still my heart. Remember when he was so young and perfect and perfectly beautiful? Remember when he had that role in Growing Pains? The cult of Leo reunited for a brief moment last night, and it was good.
Richard: It's really hard for me to believe that a human being ever looked like what Leonardo DiCaprio looked like in the mid-late '90s. It just seems like some sort of myth that's only whispered about in the hallways of Teen Beat magazine. It defies all reason and logic that such a being ever existed. That's all I'll say about that.
Does 3D make it better?
Jen: It actually does, I think. From my notes: Crusty barnacles! That was the first thing I saw flying at me from the vantage of my overly large, overly expensive 3D glasses. Sure, it took nearly 40 minutes to get out of the frame story and into the Titanic (Rose and Jack) story, and yet I was pretty entranced, despite no main characters or love story being introduced, despite being taught what was essentially a history lesson for nearly the amount of time of a social studies class. And then when things really get going: My heart was beating rapidly though the final hour of this movie. Is this different from how I felt seeing the movie on the big screen in 1997? Maybe not. But there were more crusty barnacles coming at me. And from "The china had never been used" to "somebody's life's about to change" to "make it count," this movie in 3D was worth the extra price for the glasses, and the Diet Coke, if only to feel young and in love with Leonardo DiCaprio again. This, after all, is why we have movies: To transport us to another time. Even if it's a time we ourselves lived 15 years ago. How perfectly meta and 2012.