I have never seen Titanic. Or at least I hadn't before Cath sat me down earier this evening and we watched it.
It was a bizarre experience. I hadn't watched it when it came out - mainly due to only being 9 at the time, and my mum heartily disapproving of letting little kids watch the car scene. Understandably. But I don't know how it is I never saw it as I got older. At some sleepover, or a movie marathon at university. I even bought it on dvd, but just couldn't face watching it alone.
The last time I watched a weepy film alone, it was The Noebook, and my poor cousin walked in to find me utterly distraught, crying into a cushion. He thought someone had died.
It's also weird watching a film where you know what happens - even though you've never been there before. I knew about the car scene, the ending, even the portrait, but there were little things that were new to me. Just like SPOILER FOR THOSE WHO - LIKE ME UP TO YESTERDAY - HAVE NEVR SEEN IT Jack's death. For some reason, I was convinced that it was when the boat was tipping over. Dying of cold, his hands in hers, telling her to live was utterly soul-destroying.
I cry a lot in sad films. I'm renowned for it. But this may even have surpassed the great crying incident of '05 when I watched Pearl Harbour for the first time. (And yes, I know that it's not a very good film. I also don't give a damn because it's so damn sad.) I'd say at least a solid half an hour of crying. Cath can probably say for certain.
Of course, I loved it. Heartbreaking tragedy on such a personal and such an epic scale. Even if the song is overplayed.