In my late teens I excitedly watched Titanic collapsing in sobs at the end with the tragic love story. Went and watched it again the following week. Cried all the way through now aware of the tragic love story.
Fast forward 23 years. And I've just spent an evening watching again with my stomach in knots at the sheer horror of what happened. All those people. All that drowning. The injustice of the class system (keeping 3rd class locked up in a sinking ship). Watching a mammy tucking her wee children up to bed as the ship is going down. The frightened people. Wailing children. The chaos. The hopelessness.
I mean, as films go, it's breathtakingly well done. The special effects, acting, costumes, music etc. Every single one of those 11 Oscars well deserved. But, I have seen it through the eyes of a grown up now. I have my own DC. And the difference in what I took away has really stirred up a mixture of feelings in me.
I just wanted to share and write it down as I've spent the last 2 hours sobbing.