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    (Critical Studies in Media Communication ‘Vol. 17, No, L, March 2000, pp. 1-27 Singing Over the Bones: James Cameron’s Titanic Janice Hocker Rushing and Thomas S. Frentz Taking ics with accounts ‘the 1997 film Titanic that denigrate the love in oer technological oN 's sinking, we historicize the ee cultural myths the recovering Pia cultural myths of romantic love. “She said babe, you're just a wave you're Suddenly, back in the control van, not the water.” Stu Harris freezes. “There's some- —Butch Hancock (1993) thing,” he says hesitantly, gazing at the [is 252 02 September Ist 1985, television monitor. Seconds pass. in the North Atlantic. “Wreckage!” Bill Lange shouts. On board the U.S. oceanographic re- More seconds. More ghostly shapes. search ship Krorr, the graveyard shift Now there’s no question. the eerie imagery ofthe ocean“ ” floor back fom the ny aby ae mersible Argo 12,500 feet below. The entire “Watch of the Quiet Ex- ing a short in his cabin, project cellence” breaks its vigil with “shrieks and was soaring into the siralo” sn and frantically rewinds the lape. ere. He stares in disbelief as Argo’s camera floats over the murky outline of a mas- Tei iebgTommmcceetas $e yt bl. The ce ioersit "s one ship down there rion of Arhanes, AR7270). thet could house boilers this mon- National of skis paper | Association Concen- TOUS; aller 73 years, at 2:00 a.m., very tton, November, 1999. Ths authors wish io uear the time that it sank, RM.S. Ti- thank. Barton and Kathleen J. Turnerfor tanic is found! Ballard can only mur- their ions to this exsay. mur, “God Damn. God Damn.” (Copyright 2000, National Communication Axsociation 2 JAMES CAMERON'S 7/TANIC Twenty minutes later he makes his way to the fantail of the Knorr where others have gathered. Raising a Har- land and Wolff flag in honor of the Belfast shipyard that built the Titanic, he calls for a moment of silence. “Thank you all,” he says, “Now let’s get back to work.” Several days later a sleepless Ballard breaks off a radio interview with Tom Brokaw to choke back his emotion: J'm not a particularly religious person, but A suppose you could say this was a religious moment sila Perpape tothe imprompt memorial service held . . . the night of our discovery a mere four and Ja] half days . It was as if those who had perished aboard the Titzicconld finally re, That's how I felt. Benedicsion delivered, Ballard-the-hero as his ship steers for shore |, 1987, pp. 135-137; 154). An old woman who goes by many names, chief among them La Loba, ‘Wolf Woman, lives in a hidden desert place that everyone knows but few seen. She doesn't seem to want much company. Her sole work is the collecting of bones. Most especially, she saves that which is in danger of being lost to the world, sifting through the mountains and dry riverbeds, look- ing for remains. Her cave is full of parts of broken creatures—crows, rattle- snakes, deer—but wolves, they say, are her specialty. She and until she has assembled an entire gleaming white framework and every last bone is in place; then she sits by the fire to decide which song to sing. When she has precisely the right one, she stands over the skeleton and raises her arms. As she sings, the animal starts to flesh out and sprout fur. She sings some more, and the desert shakes, the creature grows a tail, breathes, opens it es, fenps , and runs away. |, or its splashing into a river, or anny of wun er mone light hitting it just so, the wolf becomes ten oe iota obs hes cron tree her running free lesct ‘into ™

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