If there was one thing I learned from Titanic, it was that I would never want to get stuck in a life-or-death situation (especially in an icy location) with Kate Winslet. The survival rate would most probably be slim to none. Unless of course this were Alive and she would serve as my dinner.
Although the movie started off well with a terrifying plane crash that would make one hold off any travel plans for the next month, it turned into a confused survival drama slash bland romance that felt like an eternity to sit through (with the cheesiest ending straight out of Star Cinema).
The performances by Winslet and Idris Elba were fine, but I didn’t really care much for their characters. A stray cougar could have feasted on them and it really wouldn’t have mattered. All I wanted was to see that adorable dog survive this awful tragedy (the crash, not the movie).
All the beautiful snow here reminded me so much of the first time I visited Iowa armed with only a light jacket. My body was so used to jabar that when the temperature dropped below zero, I gradually turned purple and my panicked American boss wanted to rush me to the nearest ER. I feel you, Jack Dawson.