A rather amusing comment was posted on the DOLs (Dirty Old Ladies) website, a Leonardo DiCaprio cult for his adult fans. The blurb was as such:
"I no longer want my Prince Charming. I want my Jack Dawson."
Yes, this is the allure of TITANIC. I am nuts about the film, and as a result all of my friends think I'm f***ing crazy. Not that that's a bad thing, of course. The day I saw the movie, I was having one of those twilight zone days. You know, when the events of the day are rather bizarre. I was bored out of my skull, so I presented my family with the option of going to the movies. I suggested TITANIC because my father had told me it was "excellent". (Note: My father is a frequent visitor to the cinema who hates almost everything he sees. When he describes a film as "excellent", you had better pay attention.) I really don't think that I need to go any further except to mention that I spent the latter part of the evening locked in my bedroom bawling. So that's my little tale of the first dose of TITANIC! It really hit a nerve with me, and I'm at a loss to understand why. I guess I'll never know!
This candle will burn in memory of all the lives lost on the Titanic.
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