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April 15, 2012


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Put me in the tribe of can't get enough of it.

There I said it.

I rushed home from a very lovely dinner last night with Matissta and one of her oldest friends in order to see the slogging 4-hour (or is it 5-hour? Feels more like 8, actually) miniseries on ABC directed by the same dude who does "Downton Abbey". It ends tonight.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it will have a different ending.


This portion of the New Yorker article cited in this post gets to the heart of our fascination:

. . . unlike other disasters, the Titanic seems to be about something. But what? For some, it’s a parable about the scope, and limits, of technology: a 1997 Broadway musical admonished us that “in every age mankind attempts / to fabricate great works at once / magnificent and impossible.” For others, it’s a morality tale about class, or a foreshadowing of the First World War—the marker of the end of a more innocent era. Academic historians dismiss this notion as mere nostalgia; for them, the disaster is less a historical dividing line than a screen on which early-twentieth-century society projected its anxieties about race, gender, class, and immigration.

All these interpretations are legitimate, even provocative; and yet none, somehow, seems wholly satisfying. If the Titanic has gripped our imagination so forcefully for the past century, it must be because of something bigger than any fact of social or political or cultural history. To get to the bottom of why we can’t forget it, you have to turn away from the facts and consider the realm to which the Titanic and its story properly belong: myth.

Am I myth-taken to be a Titanic romantic?


And for the record, I LOVED the movie, "Titanic" that won 1,255 Academy Awards in 1997 and made $300 trillion and James Cameron the King of the World (though I can't stand him).

I do NOT, however, plan to see the 3D version.


A link to a very, very funny review of the movie "Titanic:3D" from Jezebel:


Here's just one small portion from the review:

Titanic is three hours and 14 minutes long, which—fun fact—is longer than the actual journey of the Titanic. It is sooooo ballsy to just assume people will watch your movie for three hours and 14 minutes! Especially when everyone already knows exactly what happens in the end (spoiler: the boat is Keyser Söze). Sorry, Epcot Center, I'mma let you finish, but James Cameron's balls are like the giantest balls of all time. It would take three hours and 14 minutes just to walk around the circumference of James Cameron's balls.

Read the whole thing. You'll thank me.


Yeah, I admit, I've been fascinated with the stories of the Titanic ever since I did a school report on the Titanic back in the fifth grade. For me, it's not the overriding themes of the Titanic, it's the individual stories of the people who were on the ship.


Excellent point, treesta. Same here.

Did you read the Jezebel review? Don't be drinking coffee at the same time because you will spit it out laughing.


The very simple line in the Jezebel review that had me spit out my coffee laughing:

"Then Theoden, King of Rohan, drives the boat into this big iceberg..."

I totally forgot that Bernard Hill played Captain Smith.

Great review. Thanks, Flann.


Ship sunk. Story told many times. Kind of a like another book about the Civil War or WWII... is there really anything new here? Nope. Time to find something else.

I think these things retain their fascination because so many do not know their history so we have to remind everyone of what happened. PBS had a good spot showcasing the heroism of some of the crew. Knew they were going to go down. Stayed at their jobs. That is pure courage.


It is the individual stories of the people who chose to stay on the sinking ship which are most meaningful to me. Could I possibly display that kind of courage? Could I be as brave as the engineers who stayed in the bottom of the boat, or the guys shoveling coal into the fires so the ship would maintain power and stay afloat as long as possible. And the civility. Many of the stories show great civility, unlike so many tragedies today.

On NPR yesterday, someone theorized that the Titanic holds fascination for us because we reconsider each time we hear the story what we would have done had we been there. Would I be the one giving my spot up on a lifeboat or would I be desperate to get off the sinking ship? I'd like to think today, that I could go down with the ship. I've had a good life and everyone has to die sometime. With the wisdom of age, I know now that there are many worse ways to die.


Maybe noway and I would have danced together on the deck as the band continued playing ...


I know for sure that noway would have stayed at his job that night. He's that kind of cowpoke.

And I imagine your calm presence, PEACEsista, among the hysteria.

Such thoughtful comments from you two. Not surprising in the least. They've given me much to ponder. Yes, there are many worse ways to die.

Thank you.


I agree. I think it's the stories of the people that hooks us. Whether they survived or not, their stories still interest me. That an event like this can affect so many at once; why some survived & others didn't.

Also, a ship that large sinking is almost unbelievable.


In light of your comment, Matiss -- who would have ever thought that both World Trade Center I and II would collapse within 40 minutes of the other?

We are all so fragile and need to treat each other with great kindness.


And thinking of PEACE's earlier comment, the tragedies at the World Trade Center buildings also were marked by great civility and heroism.

"We are all so fragile and need to treat each other with great kindness." Amen and amen.


Another amen, treesta.


Well, I stayed up last night and watched the last episode of that British "Titanic" miniseries.

The ending was the same. It sank.




Actually, it's more of a bummer that no one outside of you and me, treesta, commented today . . .

. . . but that's okay.


Well, hey there, Flann! I was wondering what was up today. Felt like summer outside today. And there were giant solar flairs on the sun today. Maybe we can blame it on that. Or we can blame the Mayan calendar. But it's good to hear from you, none the less.


Sista C would want us to blame it on the Mayans, treesta. I'm going with SC.

Damn Mayans.

That's why the Titanic sank, too.


HOLY CRAP, that was HILARIOUS!!! I laughed out loud. You're right, Flann, THANK YOU for pointing it out. (the Titanic movie review)

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