So many awesomely terrible moments — Leo teaching  Kate how to hocker; wisecracks about Picasso never amounting to anything; the repeated references to the “unsinkable” ship; our two leads having to evade Billy Zane’s gunshots in the midst of trying to survive the major maritime disaster of the 20th century; Bill Paxton and his frumpy, douchey sidekick; the old lady throwing the zillion dollar necklace into the ocean for no clear reason; and, of course, Leo who coached Kate through every harrowing moment — running, swimming, knocking down emergency doors, riding the deckrail straight into the water —  making one, just one!, half-hearted attempt to climb aboard the oak door she floated to safety on.  So, he’d already had it with her, or what?

But, goddman if it isn’t entertaining!  I will watch that ship sink any time of day or night.  Just find me a screen and I’ll clear three hours faster than you can say Celine et Rene.  I love to think about just what these people went through to make this movie happen.  Extras flailing in water and dropping from the deck when the ship is perpendicular to the water, knowing that Kate and Leo’s lips are blue not because of attentive make-up artists but because, sadistically, that water they used on set wasn’t heated, Cameron building the ship to 90% scale (I mean, who does that?!)  As smart-assy as I am about it, it is a nailbiter — in spite of the fact that you know what’s coming.  I guess it’s the fact that it really happened (well, not the cheesy love story, but you know…)  I am grateful that James Cameron is a crazed, psycho perfectionist who re-created the world of this ship so thoroughly that we can see just what it looked like and exactly how it went down (literally and figuratively) and help us to imagine so closely what the people who suffered through it experienced.

And, the 3D is amazing!  And, I am not a fan of 3D.  I guess the action sequences were great, but what I really dug was seeing the intricate details of every wine glass and piece of flatware on the tables in the dining room.  Not to mention the ridiculously oversized plumes on the ladies’ hats that looked like they could poke your eye out with a nod of the head.

https://news.yahoo.com/why-the-soul-of-mitt-romney%E2%80%99s-america-can-be-found-at-williams-sonoma.html

I can understand still having pride in your school if you’re a Penn State alum.  This one situation doesn’t define the whole institution.  But to publicly defend this man?  Total moral failure.

1. How is the Katy Perry/Russell Brand divorce taking precedence over Justin Timberlake’s engagement on the cover of US Weekly?  Seriously, this is Justin!  Haven’t we all loved him since he was the youngest one in curls?  F’in Katy Perry.  Who cares?
2. Katy Perry apparently was shocked that Russell Brand ended up being a “mad man”.  Really, Katy?  Because, the rest of us?  Not so surprised.

I’d like to add, “whatever you want to do.”  Let’s face it, I’m not always sure that I can, but as long as I focus on what I want, the Universe will bring its magic.

The cover for the 45, which, of course, I owned. That collage is clown-from-Poltergeist creepy.