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December 19, 2007
Ten Whole Years?
In spite of what credibility I might lose by delving into this chapter of my past, I couldn't let the tenth anniversary of the release of Titanic slip by without minor notation. I saw the movie opening night, in the dearest of company. I bought the soundtrack. I was sixteen. I had also just a month or so prior begun my lengthy career as a projectionist, and this was the biggest movie I'd handled at that point. The print was so big and our equipment so poorly maintained that some of our platters couldn't spin fast enough to keep the movie running; in addition, the film stock itself built up so much static electricity that it would stick together as it fed into the brain, creating massive brainwraps if left unattended. And so it was that I spent many memorable hours that first weekend, nursing the print, spinning the platter by hand and feeding the film through my fingers to keep it from clinging to itself, all the way until the last show let out at four in the morning. I'd sit there in the dark and listen to the movie and and pine away for an epic love story of my own.
I kept James Horner's awful soundtrack on my iPod (for ironic purposes, I'd generally hasten to explain) until the day this past spring when I lost it at sea. Or on the beach. Or at the hotel near the beach. Close enough, in any case, to call it appropriate.
Posted by David Lowery at December 19, 2007 11:57 AM
Comments
i'll give you a pass because you were 16.
Posted by: tully at December 20, 2007 12:27 PM
I still have my five minute long Titanic trailer!
Posted by: Adam Donaghey at December 20, 2007 06:31 PM