Weeping like a castle-dog
Achtung lang!
Die Süddeutsche Zeitung veröffentlichte, bis in die neunziger Jahre, in unregelmäßigen Abständen sogenannte englische "Filserbriefe", hier ist einer davon:
Dear Peter,
I must you unbethinged what from a mega-event tel!: Again is the Titanic undergone - this time in the flood of Oscars, in a sea of human tears and in the masses of money, which the film in-plays. Worldwide is the bear loose.
All folks of this earth will the gigantic show-play on devil come out see. You believe it not. They run in hordes into the light-playhouses and stand snake, as if it there what for gratis gives. And all world riddles: What is it, what this stripe has and what other stripes opensightly not have? Now must I inroom, that I fore louder stress no time found have, this film of all films to see. Thereby lies my cinema quite in the near.
But the Ionger I thereover after-think, say I to me: Is it real a catastrophe? Must I me the make-word onlook? Goes me what off in life without the Titanic? The winner is: Three times "no". I miss nothing, in a contra-part. The life around me is complete filled with the Titanic - day for day. Newspapers and TV bring always again pictures and brew- warm stories.
If I will or not (mostly will I not), teil me all people what out the film. The Iovestory and the undergang goes them to the heart, that the pump only so over-flows. How says the poet: Of what the heart full is, ofthat goes the mouth over.
Middlerwhile know I so many detail of Rose and Jack, of the upper decks und the lower decks, that I me ask: Have I the melodram self seen or have I not?
The others come overhead not on the idea, that I one of the rare persans am, who in reality no shimmer has. And what is it, what all hearts higher
beat lets? Emotions, sensations, drama,tic effects, great cinema - endly a film, which the best of "Doctor Schiwago", "Rhinegold", "Shininig" and "2001: Odyssee in the world-room" together brings.
The Titanic is like a drug. My friends flip total out , women and children to first. Helga has the three-hours-opus already three times seen, Maria was five times in the cinema. Even my friend Jan, generally known as an outspoken room-hocker, holds it no longer in the hause. And every beseeker is weeping like a castle-dog.
Hours after the show-play are the eyes so red like those of angora-rabbits. And end of the catastrophe is overhead not in sight.
Know you, what I think?The luxury-liner Titanic lies in first line not deep in the Atlantic, but as mythical klops middle in the soul of us all.
And how real is the reality?
Only as picture can we the world still understand.
Your true Gisela
brew- warm overbrought to you,
with heartly greetings,
Ixie