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Titanic (1912-2012) in 3D preview March 30, 2012

Posted by @Karen_Fu in faith, human quality, life challenges.
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Life is a game of luck. 

It is also a gift that we should not be wasting it. Making each day counts depends on ourselves how we manage the circumstances around us. Sometimes, we can change them, and sometimes we can’t. We need a lot of faith to carry us on. Peoples’ characters don’t change much over the millenniums. But what we could change is the way we adapt to life challenges.
Thats what I learnt when I reviewed the movie preview two days ago. 

I was excited about seeing the 3D movie of the film ‘Titanic’, which made its first debut way back some 15 years ago. I was in England when I first viewed the movie. It left a memorable impression that is still fresh in my memory. James Cameron’s portrayal of life and people using visual effects was stunning, made even  more so today with 3D technology. I was marveling the effects of how the three dimension technology works. If the screen was wider covering the entire viewing width, it could have been totally realistic. If not, fabulous.

Nonetheless, the movie portrays the unfairness of class disparities that formed stereotypical thinking apart from causing tragedies in people’s lives. All were all so lucidly shown on board the so-called unsinkable ship. The movie  comes in hand with the ArtScience museum exhibition of the doomed maiden voyage of the ship, which I have visited late last year. As I watched on, I kept comparing with what I saw at the  museum. The Titanic’s treasures revealed items found 100 years ago. It was a mark of splendor and yet of great tragedy. Though the number of exhibits were not much, we could somewhat see how the tragedy that made the headlines then. Arrogance and over confidence simply don’t pay. Yet I cannot help but to see repeated forms of over confidence in real life. 

Titanic engines were over pushed beyond limits for the sake of making the headlines by getting to the destination earlier. Indeed the headlines were made soon enough. It was the largest tragedy of that time, killing more than half onboard after hitting the ice bergs as it failed to divert in time. The breakage of the ship and subsequently the gushing of water and people drifting towards me was an eye opener, especially in 3D. It kept the audience quiet and revitted to the screen. The tragedy became alive. Needless to say, the visual impact was greater than what I saw 15 years back.

The deep sea search for ‘The heart of the ocean’ gave a sense of personal presence. I could feel myself underwater, flipping through the wreckage. The sense of involvement was alive and I really could feel for the movie more.

The ship is the microanatomy of the world at large,  representing life set sailing into the unknown. We all do actually. When waves struck, the ship is supposed to act as a form of protection.  The ‘Ship of Dreams’ where the poor could set sail to America to find renewed life of happiness and prosperity, which fell short because of various human errors. It could have been avoided. Both in the physical design of the ship as well as the strategy used to mobilize help to save passengers failed. What was known logic was downplayed by the ego to look powerful and brilliant.

Freedom, liberty and hopes for dreams that can be realised on a new found land vanished coldly into the waters flooded with dead frozen bodies. The distinct classification amongst people via the things they used, and the mannerisms different people adopted were acting on the same ship albeit in specified different areas. But who is to say that we have safely abolished such discrimination entirely in this era?   The hard truth is that the deliberate  tons of mannerisms to classify and segregate themselves as being superior is still alive. Power and wealth are the requisites to fortune and fame. But what this movie shows that it can never buy love, faith and loyalty with money and showily mannerisms.

The movie distinctively portrays  class differences in the two main characters, Rose Bukater and Jack Dawson. The former born into the high class society of refined upbringing; whereas the latter, an orphan who was left to fend for himself in the streets of Europe. Both had their penchant for art, life and things that bring them life. Jack, who had no formal education, learnt from his dealings with the underclass and the underprivileged. His drawings were his expression of how he saw people. To Rose, the use of sophisticated words came into play instead.

Rose Bukater was that person. Initially felt trapped in her life of  misery as she was betrothed to the millionaire Celadon Hockley; only to be  saved by a steerage passenger called Jack Dawson. 

Fighting against the flooding of Ice cold water and piercing cold of the winds in the Atlantic ocean amongst corpses was the true test of determination. It was Jack’s iron will that sunk in the power for Rose to learn how to fight and suffer in life with positiveness. 

However the sadness comes when the sinking of the ship came into action. As the decks were flooded, the sophistication in technology failed to even protect its passengers. Flying bodies flung out of the sinking ship as desperation and despair filled the hearts of many. The shift made people on decks sliding down as the gigantic ship make an almost right angle dive into the waters. 

Different people face calamity with different attitudes. Religious or agnostic, they face the same fate with their own means. Some full of repentance to die for their faults. Some hideously cheat to live, only to die later in shame. The fight from the working class to live was moving. It fell short because of set rules that tied them back. I often ask what would happen if a similar episode were to happen again? Too many people onboard a ship in the open seas, where help is like miles away. When disaster strikes, under the complacency of self worth and intelligence, the result is to face the inevitable death for being over confident.

The ugliness of fighting for their lives and the warmth from some people who had the conscience of giving up their lives to save others. The cruelty of class returned again into effect when it came to saving the wealthy first before the poor. The physical struggling to live and the sinister gun shots left a lasting visual impression.

Unfortunately, despite the resourcefulness and wisdom, Jack perished for the sake of saving his short lived love. It looked utterly unfair. Rose kept her promise to Jack to live a life full of meaning and to marry and have children. Her heart was kept true to her dying days. Every promise that Jack had set, she fulfilled it dutifully. The Heart of the Ocean  was never been sold throughout her 85 years of life after the sinking of Titanic. She threw it back to the ocean before returning to die peacefully in her own bed. Exactly what she promised Jack before his dying moments.

Though the physical Titanic of the ship will not last under the sea as it gets eaten up by tiny bacteria; the strength of the human spirit filled with love and faith never flounders. Such is the titanic force of true love. — Karen Fu


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