Titanic: Dying With Dignity

I just watched the movie Titanic.

This will be kind of short, because, well, how can you even put that shit into words?

Fuck.


When I was little, we had these kids books on the Titanic. Little twenty page things with fully colored pictures, and those were horrible as it is, but then to see it on screen. Well, duh, it was worse. What am I saying? A picture is worth a thousand words, and at all those frames per second, that's billions upon billions of pictures all explaining what words never can.

There is something so heart wrenchingly beautiful about people accepting death with such dignity and grace. I broke down sobbing my little heart out when that lone violin player begins playing a sad melody, and one by one the other musicians join him. And then I just kept crying even till after the ending.

I understand that war is hell and war movies are sad and movies about losing loved ones are sad, but watching 1500 innocent people trapped, unable to escape, dying without hope but still trying to defy the inevitable, and then those around them who just come to a certain point where they're not afraid anymore...

One boat went back, only one boat ever went back to the people in the water. It's not just a movie thing, it's the truth. Only. One.

It's the worst thing I ever saw, but I am so very glad that I watched it. If you haven't seen it, do! It's on netflix. It's at libraries. it should be at the store.

Warning: nudity.

But ignore that. Hell, fast forward it or whatever. Even if all you watch is some of the beginning and then the end. Even if you don't get to know some of the characters, just watch it. And bring a box of tissues. You'll need them.

I am a naturally, over empathic person. Every single death was like a gut shot to the chest (one of the worst ways to die by bullet, by the way. slow and long and painful. moving on). Even the random Passenger #1432, I could feel their terror, their pain, their distress as they plummeted to their death or wound up trapped behind a door or bobbing in the water screaming for help. And the sailor that shot himself in the head. And the people jumping over the side. The woman with the baby. The captain. Mr. Andrews. The sailor that went back. Everybody.

So maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe it's just cause it's 2 in the morning, I haven't eaten anything today literally, and I'm way over tired. But I really don't think I am or that I should be feeling any different. I can't even really say how I feel. But I don't think there's any more need for words as it is. What happened was horrifying, and we should never forget it.

Adieu, minions.