Titanic and It's Poetics Elements

Titanic and It's Poetics Elements

“1,500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby and only one came back. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six, out of 1,500.” The movie opens up with Brock Lovett, a treasure hunter, who is searching for a diamond known as The Heart of the Ocean. His team is on a ship in the Atlantic just above where the Titanic sank. They finally recover a safe that is believed to have the diamond inside. When they bring it aboard deck all that Lovett finds is a few papers and a sketchbook containing a nude portrait of a woman who is wearing the same necklace he is searching for. He puts the picture on the news channels to tell his story, and it catches Rose’s eye back in Cedar Rapids, Michigan because she remembers the exact night it was drawn. Rose and her granddaughter are brought to Lovett’s ship and she asks to see her drawing. They ask her to bring them back to the Titanic and she begins to tell her story about the tragic ocean ride that she nearly escaped. “It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in” (Cameron, 1997). These beginning scenes unfold the plot that is about to be presented to the audiences. Rose’s story of the ship pieces together what happened aboard the Titanic the night it sank, and opens the doors to the romantic tale of a first class girl and poor boy that fall in love on the voyage of the “unsinkable” ship.
Plot, which is the most important feature of tragedy, is clearly depicted by the events in Titanic. An accurate historical summary takes place with a romance that emerges from beneath the surface. Aristotle wrote that, “tragedy is a representation, not of men, but of action and life” (Matthews, Platt, 2008, p. 95). When the ship hits the iceberg the tragic action begins with the ship filling up with water below deck. The next scenes provide the audience with a front row seat to the horrific...

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