That 3-disk special edition of Titanic is coming to shinydisk in a couple of weeks, which is both good and bad; good because it's about damned time, and bad because the package isn't as strong as it could have been, nor do I have the money to buy it. Still, it got me into a contemplative mood and I ended up doing what I've been meaning to do for several years now: I wrote a lengthy piece about the film. I don't know if it's a "review" at all; I've called it "a remembrance," and it's so unabashedly personal and sentimental that it almost made me cry while I was writing it. But hey, that's showbiz for ya.

(Wait... "that's showbiz for ya"?? Boy, when I can't think of a closer, I just throw in anything.)