…and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the “Ship of Dreams,” and it was, it really was.
Yes, I typed that completely from memory.
Titanic remains my (tied-for-)favorite movie of all time. Paramount Network loves using it to take up four hours of the day and I’ll drop in when I’m on the treadmill and there’s nothing else on.
I’ll refer you to the post I wrote five years ago. The only part that hasn’t aged well is looking forward to Star Wars Episode VIII. Rian Johnson remains a fugitive from justice for the crimes he committed against what used to be known as the Galactic Empire. (Conversely, I might have reacted a bit to the end of Episode IX, if you know what I mean.)
I’m still learning new things about the ship’s story, such as how Wallace Hartley’s violin was recovered with his body and has become the most valuable artifact from the sinking. (The violin was a clue on “Jeopardy!” last week, and another clue attributed the phrase “tip of the iceberg” to the disaster.)