Self pitying nonsense.

Movies are not real life, even when they’re based on historical events.

On the real Titanic in 1914, sure it was "women and children" first but only the wealthy ones. The poor ones were locked below decks. Sure the band played Nearer My God To Thee while the ship went down, but they also bought and swindled lifeboat seats from each other and cold cocked women who wanted to go back and pick people out of the water. They waited to radio for help, even after they knew it was inevitable the ship would sink. Didn’t want to look bad, it was the maiden voyage after all.

They had hours. They could have built rafts and secured them to the life boats. The Captain and the head ship builder both shut themselves away with a bottle rather than lead the panicked ship’s compliment.

And let us not forget that it was male ego that led to the disaster in the first place. They were trying to impress. Food for thought: maybe men wouldn’t feel the need to die to save women if their egos weren’t putting them in harm’s way in the first place.

But, by golly, Leonardo DiCaprio playing a fictional character who was never a passenger for real is proof positive that men always die in the end for their love of women. Boo hoo.

Give me a break.