I took myself out to see Titanic 3D tonight. I think I saw in in the theater when I was around 15.
Some things I remembered --the dialog was fairly flat, and I didn't much care for the love story.
Some things I didn't --like I didn't remember how much cursing was in it.
I DO have to admit that I did cry, which shows how 15 years can change a person.
As every person fell, I flinched, my body feeling the imaginary shocks, and my nurse brain trying to imagine what happened to them. Seeing a real individual person die is awe-filled, horrible, miraculous thing, and I've seen many, and to watch so many people die on screen, and to know that it REALLY HAPPENED--it was just too much for me.