I'm King of the World!

I hated the Titanic movie. Despised it. On account of all kinds of reasons. The pettiness of the interpersonal relationships. Probably blaming the script more than anything else. I could not suspend disbelief in the story line with a premise that with knowledge that the ship was sinking in ice water, people were running around trying to avenge romantic betrayals. As someone who has spent a lot of hours on warmer water, believing in a plot like that was swimming against the current in credibility. Killing to get a life boat seat would be much more credible than killing some one messing around with my girl friend or bride or whatever it was. Everyone was going to die badly anyway, and soon. I left in the middle and went next door for a beer.
But Forrest Church credits Titanic as a modern morality play

It's a great movie. Great as in big, wide, and grand. Anyone who carps about the dialogue or acting is missing the point. Neither is particularly good .....

The Titanic is about life:

.... We board this great ship, a ship far more magnificent than any shaped by human hands; we sail into the deep; we romance on the lower deck or preen on the upper; we fall in love; things happen that test our mettle; we rise and fall to occasions; and then, at the end of the story , there is always an iceberg. Cancer, a heart attack, a wild drunken driver, and our ship goes down.

.... When my ship hits an iceberg, I will either drown or live long enough for my ship to hit another iceberg. It doesn't really matter if I am the captain of my own ship or fate is. All that matters, in both steerage and the ballroom, is our dreams and our tears, with even these transcended in the mystery of a sunset or the passion of an embrace .....

The Titanic is a morality play, one not that different from Noah's Flood or the fall from Eden. By definition, morality plays teach us to be careful. But if all we learn from morality plays is to be careful, or not to take chances, we will always be in the audience, never on stage. In other words, if life is a cruise, nine times out of ten it will not be an adventure.

.....Religion shouldn't be a pacifier. Religion should awaken us, throw open a window, point to a trapdoor ..... If we forget how dangerous the waters are, spending our lives re-arranging our deck chairs to catch the sun, lulling ourselves to the gentle background of a soothing sound track, we set up our lives to do only one important thing: watch them pass before our drowning eyes.

.....Remember, we are on this magnificent ship. It is going to sink. It always sinks. The menus don't matter. Nor do the size of our accommodations, not really, not finally. Neither does the speed our ship is going or the weather or the ports of call. All that matters is stored away safe in our memories, too safely sometimes, so safe that the passion and connection are forgotten, as we choose from the wine list or worry about the coming storm.

.....As in one memorable scene from the movie Titanic, when young Jack Dawson finds himself temporarily elevated from fourth-class quarters to the first class dining room: "Well, Mr. Dawson," one haughty matron asks, "where do you live?" Dawson replies,

My address is the Titanic. I have everything I need here with me: the wind, the sun, the ocean, and the pleasure of your good company.

On what was to be the eve of his death, this young man was not making too much of nothing. He was making at least something of everything.

.....Just remember, you are not alone on the Titanic. We are all here together on this extraordinary ship -- different classes, yes, and not enough lifeboats -- but when it comes to death there are never enough life boats. The ship is magnificent but one day it will sink. All hands will be lost.

.....Life is filled with danger. That's just the way it is, Finally, the Titanic always hits the iceberg .... Before it does, pick up the phone. Pick up the gauntlet. Do whatever it takes. Take a few chances. Dare to live before you die.

Yeah! That sounds good to me! I need to make some plans. I got an idea or two left. After Christmas...