When Titanic came out the first time, I went to see it alone. I wanted to see Billy Zane. Hot stuff, man. LOL. The parts that made me cry were the mass devestation. The part when the "friend" (Jack's friend - don't remember his name) died, when the old couple were lying in bed cuddling each other, resigned to their fate, when all the people froze to death. Jack's death didn't trouble me. I thought it was stupid that they couldn't share the piece of wood. Call me crazy , but I was actually sad that Cal (?) was looking for her at the end and she hid from him. He was mean and I suppose she had the right to her choice, but I felt as though he did actually love her. I was physically ill with sadness for 2 weeks after watching that movie. When I felt I'd finally gotten ahold of myself, a group of girls I knew asked me if I'd take them to see it. I thought I'd be all right. LOL. But seeing it the second time troubled me just as much. A few months later I still had to change that Celine Dion song every time it came on the radio.