Well, damn. You wait six months to slag a guy for blowing $300
million on a film, and he turns out something as enjoyable as
Titanic. Now what have you got to say,
smartass? The man of which I'm speaking is writer/director James
Cameron. His monumental new film Titanic was originally
slated to open in summer, but Cameron lobbied to delay the release
so he could spend more time editing it (and, consequently, dumping
even more dough into the already bloated budget). Surely every
moneyman behind this project is sweating bullets. Having avoided
the lengthy summer movie season, Titanic has exactly three
weekends in which to surpass Star Wars as the highest grossing
film of all time--and that's just to break even!
Of course, that's not your concern. It's not really my concern
either. Our only worry is whether or not the film is worth seeing
for seven bucks. Almost unequivocally, that answer is "yes!"
Titanic gets underway in the modern day with a team of
treasure hunters (led by shaggy Bill Paxton) exploring the wreck
of the Titanic (before a script was even underway, Cameron convinced
studio execs it would be smart to loan him a few million bucks
so he could shoot "experimental" footage of the actual
sunken Titanic). When the search for a long-lost (and fabulously
expensive) necklace turns up zilch, our treasure hunters get a
call from 100-year-old Rose Dawson Calvert. Seems that Rose was
onboard the Titanic's one and only voyage and was the last to
see the fabled "Heart of the Sea" pendant. Rose helicopters
out to relate her colorful tale to our treasure-hunting pals,
and it's flashback city.
Cut to April 1912. The R.M.S. Titanic is about to set sail on
her maiden voyage from England. Among the 2,200 passengers are
one Rose DeWitt Baker (Kate Winslet of Heavenly Creatures)
and one Jack Dawson (Leonardo DiCaprio of Romeo & Juliet).
Rose is an upper-class American engaged to wealthy industrialist
Caledon Hockley. Jack is a Devil-may-care artist-type making his
way back to America with a third-class ticket won in a dockside
poker game. Clearly, these two are of different worlds and are
bound to collide. One fateful eve, poor Rose realizes just how
trapped she is in this gilded cage of "proper" Edwardian
society and makes a suicidal beeline to the ship's aft deck. Enter
Jack, who talks her out of a
premature disembarkation. Naturally, Jack's interference doesn't
sit well with Rose's snobbish fiance (the oily, handsome Billy
Zane). Jack continues to see Rose; evil Cal frames Jack for stealing
the Heart of the Sea; and then ... you know, the ship hits an
iceberg and 1,500 people die.
Cameron has crafted a compelling mix of nightmarish disaster film
and sweeping love story. From the massive cast to the stunning
costumes to the massive sets, I don't think we've seen a film
this big since The Ten Commandments. Of course,
there's no way a film like this could fly without two very magnetic
leads. Cameron has found them in Winslet and DiCaprio. Both were
nominated for Academy Awards before their 21st birthdays. Winslet
projects all the grace and beauty of an upper-class lady and all
the deep romantic yearning of a closet dreamer. DiCaprio, meanwhile,
gets to test his chops in the major leading man category. His
scruffy bohemian Jack is a believable charmer. It's not at all
surprising that the wilting Rose would seek her freedom in his
vagabond arms. This is unapologetically and seamlessly constructed
romantic fare. I defy anyone to escape the theater without some
well-watered tear ducts.
Of course, at nearly three and a half hours, Titanic is
one epic voyage. Cameron throws in everything but the kitchen
stink. The mystery subplot about the stolen necklace is incidental
at best, and the whole affair could have suffered a trim with
little noticeable detriment. Still, I have to give credit to Cameron
for keeping this whole "titanic" project afloat.