A couple of nights ago, a few of my friends texted me about a documentary on the ABC.
Matt, in particular, said: “Tune in but give it five minutes… don’t find out what it’s called.”
I turned on the set to watch a wonderfully conjured CGI iceberg, breaking away from the Arctic shelf. Images of its journey south were mingled with weathered shots of an ocean liner undergoing its sea trials- I have to admit, I started to have a bad feeling about this. It wasn’t looking good for our trusty iceberg. It was given a name, a destination, and imbued with some dark agenda.
I later learned that the show was titled, ‘The Iceberg that sank the Titanic’- which strikes me as a bit of a spoiler. I mean where’s the suspense?
Having said that, I was intrigued that someone thought of telling the story from the iceberg’s P.O.V.
It reminded me of that fact that Churchill (I think it was Churchill, I ain’t going to look this up) or someone equally interesting, used to deal with their insomnia by telling themselves the story of Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven, from the point of view of the bird.
I like the idea of approaching a story from a skewed perspective, such as Rosenkrantz and Guildenstern are Dead and March. Having said that, telling the story of the Titanic, from the iceberg’s point of view, sounds about as tasteful as describing the Great Fire of London from the point of view of the flames. Actually, that could be kind of interesting…
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