I am the only male in the world who will admit to liking the movie Titanic. And I’m fine with that. I’ve always wanted to own it on DVD, even during the early days of the DVD format itself when the now regular edition of TITANIC (no special features whatsoever) was $30.

However, I was patiently waiting until 2007 because I knew without a doubt that there would be a special edition made of the DVD for it’s 10 year anniversary. You just can’t have a Titanic DVD without extra features, commentaries, makings-of, etc. And since Hollywood loves to pat itself on the back with re-release after re-release of films, I knew that Titanic would inevitably follow suit.

So 2007 came and went and before I knew it, it was 2005 already. Wait a sec! The 1o year anniversary edition that I had patiently waited for was out a whole TWO YEARS EARLY!?

So I just finished watching it with the director’s commentary. Commentaries are either hit or miss for me. Either a director can talk about his film or he just can’t. Frank Darabont, for example, did a fabulous job with the Shawshank Redemption but his director’s commentary could put even the worst insomniac into a nice comfy slumber.

Anway, ol’ Jim Cameron and I spent an evening together with some tea and salsa and watched Titanic together. (He didn’t even seem to mind when I had to frequent the pause button to occasionally piss from all the tea.) And one question I have always wanted answered by the director is, Does Rose die at the end or just fall asleep and dream?

Now, my own interpretation of this is that, yes, she does in fact die and revisit all her long lost friends and colleagues at the bottom of the ocean. But I wanted to hear from the big man Jimmy C. Surely, the man behind Terminator 2 and ALIENS would not disappoint, right?

Bullshit he wouldn’t. It’s as if the commentary was written specifically for me. Jim actually states that he knows I bought this special edition DVD just to see if Rose dies and he knows how he meant for it to play out when he wrote it but he will never tell.

Well damned if I don’t feel cheated. You got me, Jimbo, you got me. If I was a cat, I’d be dead by now, let me tell you. Yes, yes it’s true, I wanted YOUR answer. You friggin’ bastard I hope you’re happy.

You’ll rue the day you crossed me, Cameron. Curse you.*

*Not really I love your films. Plus it could jeopardize my Hollywood career, which may just take off after I acquire the new “The Movies” game tomorrow.

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