TITANIC, from left: Leonardo DiCaprio, Kate Winslet, 1997. He became the king of my world, and I was very much part of the Leo-mania that ensued in the '90s (and, for some of us, never ended). Seeing the movie for the first time also gave way, like it did for many at the time, to a deep, breathless love for DiCaprio. (Of course, the pair later have sex in a car and again had me wishing I could disappear.) I refused to watch whatever was happening after that scene while sitting next my parents and only returned once I confirmed with a peek back at the screen that Rose was fully clothed. I remember running, red-faced, out of the theater right after Rose seductively asked Jack to draw her 'like one of French girls' - in the nude, wearing only the fictional 56-carat 'heart of the ocean' that her fiancé egregiously gifted her. The eye-catching costumes, the massive sets, the intense action, the knowledge that this was based on a true and tragic event, Leonardo Dicaprio's gorgeous face splashed across the screen and, of course, the love story told throughout (between DiCaprio's Jack and Kate Winslet's Rose) all resulted in my ability to sit still for three hours - something my parents never thought was possible.

My young little brain had never processed content like that, and I couldn't look away. Seeing the movie for the first time is a core memory.

Saw the movie full