“GHOSTS OF THE ABYSS”: Just saw my first IMAX movie, a documentary on the exploration of the wreckage of the Titanic. (Yes, this is more of my haunted-ship thing.) I don’t know how many movies I’d want to see on IMAX, but this one–with the waves crashing and the soft bacteria stalactites swaying right in your face–was wonderful. An unsubtle but nonetheless poignant picture about disaster; the human drive for the horizon, conquest, and test-your-strength machines; and our restless, dissatisfied, embellishing need to attach art and personalities to everything we touch. (The still-intact leaded glass windows of Titanic speak that last need in measured, stately tones; the fact that the exploration crew nicknamed their two robot cameras “Jake” and “Elwood” speaks the same desire in a casual, street-level accent.)

As best as I can remember, here’s the plaque the crew hung on the wreck: “The 1500 souls who lost their lives here still speak, to remind us that the unthinkable can happen if we fail to exercise vigilance, humility, and compassion.”