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When people ask me what my favourite film of all time is, I usually say Titanic. I have adored that film since I was a kid. It’s a cinematic masterpiece. The emotion, the cinematography, the storyline, the plot twists, the raw tragicness of it all. The same scene always gets me; when Jack is downstairs in handcuffs, and Rose desperately tries to set him free. When I first saw that scene (I was about seven or eight) I burst into tears because of the injustice of it all and I thought Jack was going to die because of a crime he didn’t even commit. I thought it horribly unfair.
But what truly grips me about this movie isn’t the romance between Rose and Jack; it’s the fact that here is a ship with over two thousand people on board; and half of them perished because there weren’t enough lifeboats. And that all happened in real life. People desperately trying to get into a boat; barging their way through the gates, running and swimming and screaming for their lives. Rose and Jack wouldn’t have been the only star-crossed lovers on that ship. People were torn apart from their loved ones. If you were a first class woman or child, you were guaranteed to be safe as long as you got up to the top quick enough. (So much for women being oppressed). Men, on the other hand, had to stand there and watch their wives, mothers, sisters and daughters go on and live without them whilst most probably perished.
