Recently I had a fight with my sister about the film Titanic, and what it means to me, and how good I think it is. She took great pains to point out the bad script (“Something Picasso? He won’t amount to a thing. Trust me!”) the idiotic love story (three days! they knew each other three days!) and the over-baked, histrionic performances (Jill, the ship is going
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