If any film should be redone in 3-D, it's Titanic. And if any filmmaker should be the one doing the redoing, it's James Cameron.
He's been a pioneer in advancing this cinematic technology for years now, from his underwater documentaries to the record-breaking juggernaut that is Avatar. And so ironically, for a film that hasn't got an ounce of understatement in its three-hour-plus running time, Titanic in 3-D is really rather subtle and finely tuned. There's nothing gimmicky about the conversion process; it's immersive, it actually enhances the viewing experience the way a third dimension ideally should.
It's also gorgeous: crisp and tactile, warm and inviting ? until all hell breaks loose, that is. So often when 2-D films are transformed into 3-D, they're done so hastily with results that are murky and inaccessible. Cameron clearly took his time here ? 60 weeks, to be exact, with a team of 300 people working on a frame-by-frame reconstruction to add the illusion of depth. So while the romantic first half of the film remains more emotionally compelling, the disastrous second half has become even more visually dazzling.
If you're going to devote an afternoon to Titanic again, you want to feel as if you're on that boat when it snaps in half. And you will.
No, Cameron didn't rewrite the ending, or history. The maiden voyage of the R.M.S. Titanic still goes down after a fateful collision with an iceberg. As writer and director, Cameron has stayed true to the content of his 1997 film, the winner of 11 Oscars including best picture ? and that includes his clunky script filled with hokey dialogue and broad characters. No amount of 3-D wizardry can make Billy Zane's villainous millionaire leap off the screen and seem like a fully fleshed-out human being, but his moustache-twirling machinations are still amusing.
What also remains intact is the earnestness of Titanic, the absence of snark or irony, and the sensation that you're watching a big, ambitious, good-old-fashioned spectacle that can withstand the test of time. Sure, a lot of the 'present-day' framing device material looks dated ? that's a sweet mullet and earring you've got there, Bill Paxton ? but the budding, forbidden love affair between Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet is as infectious as ever.
Let's recap the plot real quickly: Paxton's character and his crew are exploring the underwater remains of the shipwrecked Titanic looking for the rare, priceless Heart of the Ocean pendant. Its original owner, Rose (Gloria Stuart), who's now about 100 years old, comes forward to say it belonged to her and share her story of survival.
Flashback to April 1912, and the launch of the world's biggest and most expensive cruise ship, one that's supposedly unsinkable. Young, well-bred Rose (Winslet) is on board with her smarmy, controlling fianc? Cal (Zane) and her condescending, old-money mother (Frances Fisher). But so is the poor but resourceful artist Jack (DiCaprio), who's made his way onto the ship with a winning poker hand. Rose is more free-thinking than she looks, Jack is more charismatic than he looks, and in no time he's sketching her naked and they're doing it in the back seat of a car in the cargo hold.
We're condensing a bit here.
Anyway, you know the story by now, but the 3-D actually makes it seem new in some ways. The costumes look more refined, the sense of vertigo feels more severe, the rushing water feels more immediate. And it's just fun to see the buxom, feisty Winslet and boyish, charming DiCaprio in the roles that made them superstars on the big screen once more.
That's another thing: If you're going to see Titanic in 3-D, see it with people who loved the movie the first time; I have to admit I was not one of them back then but found myself surprisingly more engaged this time around. It's so familiar, so full of lines and moments that are ingrained in the culture. Take DiCaprio's joyous exclamation "I'm the king of the world!" for example. You know it's coming but it's just so tantalising, you may feel compelled to shout it along with him.
You may even want to stick around through the credits to belt out the film's anthem, My Heart Will Go On, right along with Celine Dion. No one here will judge you. Besides, it's going to be stuck in your head for days afterward anyway, so you may as well have some fun with it.