Firstly, I have been sorely missing out on blogging and reading blogs. Despite how ridiculously overloaded I am, I end each day lamenting about my lack of blogging 😦 I just had to squeeze in this quick post, as I don’t know when I’ll have time to make another for the next few days as well.
Now. I know I’m a little late to the party. Okay, a lot late – 15 years late. But as 2012 marks the 100th anniversary of the tragedy of Titanic with a re-introduction into the theatres of the movie in 3D, I was reminded of the fact that I still hadn’t yet watched Titanic at all. I was never privy to the quotes and quips my classmates made from the movie – a decade ago.
Well, at long last, I finally watched the movie a few days ago for the first time. And I bawled hysterically. I need me a Jack Dawson.
Jack as he watches Rose descend in a life boat, assuring her that he will be fine whilst she is borne to relative safety.
He is a dream – no suits or pizzazz needed. And his passing, along with that of the 1500 others portrayed in the movie, moved me to no end. A few years back when I watched The Notebook, I was convinced that it was the chick flick – the one love story that every girl who watches it will melt and tear up. I loved that movie. But Noah and Ally died together, old, after having lived a long happy life with each other. But Jack, at the ripe age of 20, gives everything for Rose. What hit me hard was Rose’s comment that she’d never even had a photo of Jack, that he only exists in her memory – followed by the revealing of the photographs she took everywhere with her, all the photos of herself doing all the things she was supposed to have done with Jack. I’m very sentimental, so that really sent me over the edge. I’d have to say that Titanic is much more moving than The Notebook. Well done, crew – especially for enduring the severe conditions and putting up with the illness that ensued.
Jack telling Rose that she must survive while he floats next to her in the frigid Atlantic waters.
Prior to watching the movie, I’d read up quite a bit of history on the RMS Titanic, her sister ship the RMS Olympic, as well as the company White Star Line, which had built the two ships. I delved through the Wikipedia pages, watched YouTube documentaries. I was half-convinced by the insurance scam conspiracy theories. Numbers flashed left and right – total passengers, total survivors – organized by class. The statistics had made me feeling empty, but nothing was quite as heart-rending as watching the hundreds of people being denied a chance at life. Human nature can take quite an ugly turn when it’s every man for himself. The societal rankings and priorities issued were also very upsetting. It was all understandable, but still quite ugly. The overconfidence of mankind has often had deadly consequences – Titanic was not the only large-scale tragedy to have occurred from it.
The funny thing is, I also read the synopsis of the movie before I watched it. I knew what was coming. I knew who was dying. But that did not stop me from crying enough to compete with a broken tap. And respecting so many of the characters. I can’t believe this was what I’d missed out on in the last 15 years.
Only a few of the many who lost their lives on the Titanic – the Ship of Dreams.
In any case, a night of crying combined with an early morning did horrors for my facial expression the next morning. I wish I had a “before” picture to show you, but I’m kind of glad I didn’t take one, because then I would’ve been obligated to post it up. In effect, I had horrendous dark circles under my eyes, with puffy eyes and eyelids. My double eyelids had puffed up to make two creases, giving me triple eyelids. I looked quite miserable.
It’s a wonder that little fixes could help so much, but I had limited resources. I folded and wet some tissues with cold water and placed them on my eyes to reduce the puffiness and bring my eyes back to double-lidded ones. A brightening eyeshadow base (Laura Mercier Eye Canvas in EC-1) underneath some concealer (Maybelline Double Face Corrector – discontinued) hid the panda eyes. A touch of natural lip colour (NARS lipstick in Dolce Vita) helped bring life to my complexion. A little goes a long way, even with a miserable mess.
Eyes are still a little puffed up, but much better than they were when I woke up, believe you me.
I’m so glad I didn’t watch Titanic for the first time in theatres – my sobbing would have been quite embarrassing. Dark witnessed my breakdown and referred to Titanic as having “magical tear-inducing powers.”
Have you watched Titanic? In 3D?