A Rose by Any Dimension

This resurrected love story is timeless—with or without the 3-D treatment

The ship so nice they sank it twice, the RMS Titanic has resurfaced from the icy depths of the Atlantic only to be subjected to a second dunking, this time with a 3-D up-charge, under the stewardship of Capt. James Cameron, master and commander.

Cameron’s 1997 film—perhaps you’ve heard of it?—has returned to theaters on both regular and IMAX-sized screens, just in time for this month’s 100th anniversary of the doomed vessel’s maiden and farewell 1912 voyage. How’s the 3-D? It’s fine. It’s pretty good. More on that later, as this review, in keeping with the film, enters its third hour.

But it must be said: This is still a straight-up postproduction 3-D conversion job, the sort of thing Cameron himself bad-mouthed (deservedly) after his own Avatar, which was shot in ground-up and genuinely immersive 3-D, made such a splash. As a hunk of popular cinema, Titanic is superior to Avatar. But as a 3-D hunk of popular cinema, Avatar wins because Avatar was shot in 3-D, not converted later.

When the panic-on-the-Titanic romance starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet first came out, I caught it twice, thereby qualifying me for permanent 14-year-old girlhood. The picture remains the worst-written blockbuster I happily paid to see a second time. Now. Why is this? Given the banality of so much of what is actually spoken onscreen during the 194 minutes of Titanic, why does it work so well? Two reasons, I think.

One: Cameron is a genius at instilling narrative dread and designing a hokum-drenched fairy tale. Line to line his scripts are laden with eye-rollers. But he knows how to sustain an audience’s interest in the terrible things to come, be it a mass watery grave or genocidal slaughter on another planet.

Two: He knows when to shut up, or rather, shut his characters up, and simply dive into images. In Titanic, the first dissolve from the underwater wreckage to the great ship’s white-linen and polished brass finery remains a remarkable and potent transition. Sequences such as these go a long way toward making up for every single moment Billy Zane is onscreen, elevating his terrible plutocratic-bully dialogue to stratospherically lousy heights of excess.

For those who have never seen Titanic, it’s about a Wisconsin lad (DiCaprio), short on funds but long on moxie, who saves the Zane character’s fiancee (Winslet) from a suicide attempt and, ultimately, a life of suffocating riches. The poor boy and the rich girl fall in love. They consummate their love in the back seat of an automobile on board the boat. The boat hits the ice. And every time your eyes reset to rolling position, Cameron gives you another majestic panorama of wonder, or mass suffering, or nerve-racking, death-defying triumph amid desolation.

The movie can’t compete with A Night to Remember (1958), which remains the truly essential film about the disaster. But it’s not really trying to. Cameron operates lower down on the shamelessness scale but also higher up in terms of using the latest cinematic technology to support, not overwhelm, the story at hand.

It’s sweet to hang out with Leo and Kate 15 years later. So young, so young. DiCaprio today sometimes seems boxed in by his own youthful countenance. By contrast Winslet, even then, had the maturity of a seasoned actress. For me the reason Titanic works has everything to do with the scene in which Winslet’s Rose, floating among the corpses and the remains of the ship’s furnishings, finally gets breath enough in her lungs to blow that warning whistle to attract the attention of a lifeboat. It’s the hokiest brand of suspense, yet Winslet’s suffering never becomes risible.

The 3-D you can take or leave, frankly. Those glasses cut out a dubious percentage of the picture’s brightness and vibrancy. Cameron recently had this to say to one interviewer about doing to Titanic what others have done, in his view, less successfully: “My personal philosophy is that post-conversion should be used for one thing and one thing only—which is to take library titles that are favorites that are proven and convert them into 3-D—whether it’s Jaws or E.T. or Indiana Jones, Close Encounters … or Titanic. Unless you have a time machine to go back and shoot it in 3-D, you have no other choice.”

He’s right. That is the best alternative. But I’d be more interested in Cameron’s inventing that time machine.

Titanic (PG-13) ★★★★☆

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