Titanic. Ah, yes, the epic love story where a big boat gets in the way of true love (and also, you know, sinks). You know the drill: Leo’s got that wind-swept, dreamy-eyed thing down pat, Rose is wearing more hats than a millinery convention, and somehow, despite all the luxurious dining and Irish jigging, you just *know* it’s not going to end with a happy ever after cruise discount.
My main takeaway, besides the questionable historical accuracy of ‘Jump, I jump,’ is the sheer audacity of that door. Seriously, there was absolutely room for two. We’ve all seen bigger pool floats. But no, Jack had to be the ultimate gentleman, or perhaps just terrible at spatial reasoning under pressure. Still, it’s a spectacle, a tear-jerker, and a reminder that sometimes, even with all the budget in the world, you just can’t escape an iceberg… or Celine Dion.