A final note: in the late ’90s, when I got Titanic on VHS, it was so long it came in two tapes. The first tape could almost pass for a rom-com: two people from different worlds meet on a majestic ship. If you wanted to, you could stop there. End on a kiss. But the second tape is inevitable—the ending we all knew from the beginning. The infamous sinking. Whether we watch it or not, it happens. The iceberg is already in the water.