And then he could be eaten by molasses sharks.
(Which are not as fast as the regular kind.)
That depends on how cold it is.
My problem with Titanic was, as others have said, that there are so many real dramatic stories associated with the Titanic that I was irritated with the "Hundreds of people died but I learned to live" A plot.
I was thinking about seeing The Wedding Date for fluffy fun, but its Rotten Tomatoe-meter score is the lowest I've ever seen. Have we ever had a 0%?
Have we ever had a 0%?
Usually, movies with scores that low will rise to about 5% once all the reviews are in, but 2% may be the lowest I've ever seen, too.
It's nice to read that some of you guys liked Titanic, because often when I happen to mention to someone that it's one of my favorite movies, I suddenly get treated like a special needs child. It's the same reaction you get from certain people if you tell them that you like Soap Operas.
That is a very low tomato-meter, but the Metacritic score isn't really all that terrible, compared to movies like The Adventures of Pluto Nash and The Master of Disguise, at least. Which means that very few people like it, but those that don't like it don't actually hate it enough to rate it 0 stars very often.
I suddenly get treated like a special needs child. It's the same reaction you get from certain people if you tell them that you like Soap Operas
Or when you admit that you think N'Sync had some catchy songs.
Now see, I love soap operas. They are so operatic! But soap operas are to real life crimes and divorces as fun disaster movies are to real-life disaster movies. (Good SAT training, right?)
Like, I am all for fictional histrionic suffering. Watch them fluff their big hair and put on gowns and have affairs with himboes and suffer! It is like crack! But real suffering, I have different rules for.
I suddenly get treated like a special needs child. It's the same reaction you get from certain people if you tell them that you like Soap Operas
It's about the same reaction I get when I try and defend my giddy delight in movies like
Queen of the Damned
and
Phantom of the Opera.
Oooh, I should flee the house this weekend and go see PotO again.
Victor Garber utterly rocks in Titanic, and his last moments are... argh, guh and gah. Now I have to crawl under my desk and be very quietly sad for an undetermined length of time. And I am a helpless Kate Winslet fangurl, so despite the awfulness of the script, there's only so much dislike I can sustain for a movie that has her in practically every frame, especially in one sumptuous costume after another.
The good dialogue's bitch and artistic integrity snob in me want to hate it, but then the fangurl squees "KATE! KATE! IN A RED GOWN WITH JET BEADS AND A BIT OF A TRAIN! And Victor Garber! And Kathy Bates! KATE IN A TEA GOWN! KATE IN A TRAVELLING SUIT! KATE IN A HAT!" and the bitch and the snob throw up their hands and sigh.