The sinking of the Titanic, for the first, to the second and to the ….

Recently the Titanic went under again. Camerons Titanic. Or the real one.

Okay, Okay, this is nothing new in and of itself. All the facts about the sinking of the Titanic are well known.

So I'll make it short, so short, as I can with a little summary, up to and including collision:

Day one: a big ship, the biggest, that has been built so far, sticht bei Southampton in den offenen Atlantik. Jade color. So beautiful. The shipbuilder Andrews is seated at dinner in first class, der Reporter Ismay, Käptn Smith, the vulgar nouveau riche Melly, Rose DewittBukater and her fiance, the stockbroker Caldon. “The Titanic is the most powerful and largest ship, that was ever built”, says engineer and shipbuilder Andrews to Rose, whereupon the reporter Ismay says to Captain Smith: “And because she is the most powerful and largest ship, that was ever built, i want to see, that she is also the fastest. Please heat the last boiler, Capt!” – “I don't want to heat up the last boiler, as long as the machine is not retracted.” Says the old captain darkly. Rose DewittBukater, who listened carefully, puts the fork down and says: “What you say about the size and unsinkability of the ship, Mister Andrews, is interesting. Have you ever heard from Doctor Freud??” – “Doctor Freud? who is this?”, asks Mister Ismay in place of Andrew. (the reporter is still in his dressing gown, by the way.) “One passenger?” Caldon is amazed, that his fiancée is so cheeky at the table. (that in years 1913) “Rose, Sorry!”, he says, pulling a cigarette holder from between her lips. Pepper shots; this was what Kate Winslet's lips were compared to. To which Milly, the newly rich vulgar says: “Now, Caldon! Will you also cut the fricassé for her?” Loud laughter.

Rose-DewittBukater, I want to condense: sees her life in a single sequence of balls, boring dinners and rendezvous pass by. She rushes up from her chair with red cheeks, quickly leaves the banquet and walks across the deck with a ruffled ruffle for minutes. I can still hear it now. Rose wants to throw herself overboard at the back of the Titanic's bow. But this does not occur. Third-class Mister Dawson also hears her footsteps clatter from the third-class deck, follows her and, with her face tilted to one side, stretches the saving one a la Caprio-Mimik, unforgettable arm.

The scene is legendary, when Jack Dawson slips off his battered shoes, to jump after the tired of life in socks, while babbling about ice fishing in Chippawha Falls. When Rose DewittBukater is back in the safe area of ​​the ship with his help, throws the legendary servant of Caldons: Called Lovejoy, an insect-like glimpse of Dawson's opened shoelaces: “It is interesting, that the savior still had the time, to open his shoelaces, to jump after Miss Dewittbukater, no but, but to tie them again afterwards!” (one of my favorite sentences, spoken about in the sinking of the Titanic.)

So. The second day of two would be in the can. I'm relieved about it.

Day two begins with the love story of first class passenger Rose Dewittbukater and third class passenger Jack Dawson in the middle of the E-deck. The two lean over the parapet and Jack Dawson teaches his beloved how to hold back the saliva in the throat or to spit wide. What such a man cannot teach such a woman. Rose is excited and ready, after the arrival of the Titanic with Jack Dawson, a poor painter of one-legged prostitutes, to go ashore. But on the same evening there is a first-class dinner between the nosebleed and destitute mother of Rose and Jack Dawson, who, thanks to his rescue mission to Rose, is allowed to dine in first class, to the scandal: “Tell us about the cabins in third class, Herr Dawson. I heard, they must be very pleasant!” – “The best, I ever had; Madam! Almost no rats!”, Jack is swarming out, glaring at Rose, the one from her infatuation with Jack, like all women in the same situation, by the way, can't make a secret (in front of no one). After a real Irish beer party on the third class deck, hang her Caldon the blue sparkling Coeur de la Mer, Ludwig the Sixteenth's diamond around his neck. “We are rich. Don't deny me, Dear, so I won't deny you either!”, he trembles, for jealousy consumes him. I can understand well, can understand him very well.

The scene will be legendary, in which Caldon runs after his fiancee through the icy water with the revolver Lovejoys in hand, during this, den Mantel mit dem Diamanten in der Tasche Jack Dawson in die Tiefen des steigenden Atlantiks entgegen watet. “And this coat …”, he screams …” and she is wearing this coat now!” He wanted Jack Dawson the diamond in his own coat, which he killed his fiancée in the northern iceberg sphere, unterjubeln, to convict him as a thief. A diamond worth millions, that gets lost in the Atlantic; this is for our Caldon, the stockbroker beau, an absolute tragedy, a real downfall!

Leider gelingt es dem unglücklichen Caldon augrund seines Klassenvorteils Jack Dawson als falschen Dieb zu überführen und ihn tödlich zu schwächen. Little Caprio is handcuffed for hours in a cabin on the lower deck, while the Titanic goes down fresh and happy above. Oh, human tragedies, what are you big! Rose Dawson, Dawson's newlywed lover frees him at the last minute with a pimple, which she tore out of the wallpaper between a lifebuoy and resounding masses of water like a titan. “Do a few more practice strokes beforehand!”, Jack trembles, who fears a little, that him rose, untrained with tools derat, maybe severing the wrists. And Rose cuts the ax into the bare cabin wall, where the tool gets stuck in the wood chips(K)one of my favorite scenes, i have to say it.

Now everything goes haywire. Captain Smith has long since fired the last cauldron, so that the reporter Ismay can one day brag to the New York press about the fastest ship in the world. “Maintain course and speed!”, says the old captain to Sergeant Murdoch with a strange expression of suffering. He rubs his hands in the cold. (One of my favorite gestures in the whole movie). Ice is in the air now, at least the legendary Lightholler, who rappels down the lifeboats so militarily until the end, can smell it. Meanwhile, Rose-DewittBukater is re-laced the corset in the suite by her mother. “This is not a game!”, says the mother, that love has long since forgotten. I can understand you, Mom, and the corset is lacing, so: on a collision course! in jerks!!! But none of this has any purpose. Rose Dewittbukater now completely follows her heart and thus the hearts of all viewers, who love and appreciate the relevant issues so much, like me too. “Jack, I would like to, that you paint me the same way, like you these women in Paris, gives, have painted, just like that!”

The scene is legendary, when Rose and Jack retreat to an old Ford in the engine room for a lunchtime and the windows of the car, presumably King Astor, belongs to the heir of the beaver hunter, steamed up. Vom Timing her vollzieht sich der romantische Höhepunkt etwa zeitgleich mit der Kollision des Eisbergs mit dem Schiff. After the flow, Caprio and Winslet step hand in hand on deck, Her cheeks, which were still flushed, were pale as death, surprised by the collision, which will have cruel consequences. But it can't affect them now, can not. Oh God.

Then Caldon discovers the nude drawing of Rose in his velvety suite in the safe (which is also equipped with a blue office). I do not know, how many pods of the Titanic are already filled with water at this point. Quite a few ship heaters can slip under the trap doors like dolphins, others are brutally pinched by the falling gates. “I would rather be a sewer rat whore than your wife!”, RoseDewittBukater shouts in her fiancé's face and is now making use of her new skills; she spits on the creep! I do not know, if I said it: RoseDewittBukater met the ice fisherman Jack Dawson within two days on the Titanic- and learned to love. She will turn her back on her class and go ashore with the unknown.
So she spits Caldon, their owner, in the face, while the Titanic slowly breaks apart, ah. “More on the right! More on the left! Women and children first! And: rappelling! It is sooo good!” Murdoch has to shoot himself, than the struggle for the too few boats through the pressing second- and third-class passengers get out of hand. One group last, locked in below deck, frees himself with the help of a piano, that pulls them from their foundations with superhuman strength, which is of no use to most of the freed passengers. Mighty fireworks explode over the sinking chimney, who overturns, crashing down onto the ceiling of the Atlantic. I can still see it before my eyes now. Like in fairy tales. The bow separates from the stern with a crackle, no different than a dry sandwich.

King Astor held a small bottle of liquor to his lips, while he clings to the last pillar of the sinking Titanic: “If I have to go down, then at least like a gentleman.” Did he really say that?? (a remarkable sentence.)

The Winslet's eyes look at the Leo's eyes. The two men and fellow boys hold on to the railing. It's not Caldon, which is penetrated by the eyes of Winselt. RoseDewittBukater is rappelled in one of the last boats, but out of love for Jack, she jumps out of the boat onto the sinking Titanic!!!!! Fiiiilllmmmmmm…..

The Titanic's lights now go out with a faint smoldering noise. The bow has set up, that standing ass is the culmination of Cameron's work. People and plates fall like raisins or lumps for miles to the left and right of the ass that is erected! I do not want to know, how it really was!

But RoseDewittBukater's eyes are on JackDawson, while the boat with the last women- and children's group is abseiled. In the face of disaster, love is mercilessly real. At least in James Cameron's kitsch epic Titanic.

Okay, the end is still missing: “Swim, swim, go on! Swim! You'll have a lot of kids later! You will not die here! Not out here on the Atlantic, not so!” Jack Dawson schlottert. Rose splashes through the floating field, already icy people like a racket. The water rocks them like frost sculptures, it must be as cold as pinpricks now. “come back, come back!” She pushes the lifeless corpse of Jack down the head into the black.

And I leave out the leftovers, Celine Dion lass ich aus. Because actually I've already said too much: “come back! Come back to me, Jack! Jack!” Blaba. And, I've already said too much. Because I want to finish with one thing.

The ice cream man came three times, back then 1997, when I was in the cinema, alone in Leipzig, with a bloody fear of destruction in my stomach. I do not know either, Why. The ice cream man had a box with ribbon around his neck and systematically walked through the rows: Who wants an ice cream? Magnum, the creamy stalk on the ice cream market! But I could never lick an ice cream, ehrlich, not once during my almost year in Leipzig. (To be honest, I have already seen trains of Lovejoy immortalized in the Eismann, when he pulled out his revolver, to the rival of his boss red-handed … they were just sugar rockets) I was drawn into it three times “Titanic”. And the ice cream man came by three times during the break. But the third time I only lasted until the scene of the steamed window panes. I felt frozen with fear, that my fear of annihilation, this pointless, irrational, stupid, that attacked me in the city of Leipzip, in the cinema followed and there until the fictional film plot of the sinking Titanic with her rising love, dem Risingstar, inside! I do not know why. A sober one, I was overcome by irrational fear of annihilation when I saw the white walls in my room on August-Bebel-Strasse. The endless white of the wallpaper, while i was there, to study literature at the institute, stared at me with the same sober, senseless fear, just like me, the wallpaper, ansah. But instead of listening to the discussions about formulas, I ran through the long one, longest avenues and streets in Leipzig. And went to the Titanic. I will never understand. I fled this vague life plan: study at the literature institute and talk to students of writing about writing in a predetermined form, to go into the kitsch and sinking of the Titanic instead. I found nothing at the institute, nothing close, nothing immediate! I drifted therefore, alone, with the oddity of my life, like on the Atlantic. And had to go to the Titanic, about something solid, To be able to hold real ones. The sinking of the Titanic was closer and more real to me, than glass life, there in this strange place with its sausages and formulas using sentence modules. I went to the Titanic three times. I went down with her twice. But the third time I couldn't wait for her caustic demise. I fled the cinema and hurried through the streets with their high ones, massive trees and threw me into the sea of ​​leaves at Clara-Zetkin-Park. That was so long ago. And since then I may never have had one again (relevant? simile? fully understandable? supra-personal?) Disaster experienced.

(27.09.2020)