The Titanic came out when I was in high school. It was all the rage and as an epic I liked it but I only saw it once. All of the hundreds of thousands of teenage girls who kept going over and over again and blubbering their way through the final hour every time were maddening. I couldn’t understand two things:
- They knew what was going to happen so why was it still so damned emotional for them?
- If it tore them up that much then why did they keep watching?
I’ve now watched ESPN’s 30 for 30 documentary Catching Hell twice. And I plan on watching it again and then probably again and again. And again. I lived it. I went to the playoff games. I was a bartender on the rooftops that summer. I was involved.
So, with all apologies to those hundreds of thousands of teenage girls I couldn’t understand and ended up criticizing when Titanic was all the rage, I give you two points:
- Each time I feel the tears coming to my eyes and each time I can’t stop watching.
- Even though I know it is going to rip me apart, I keep going back to watch it anyway.