"Titanic: A 1997 Romance or a 1912 Mystery?" As we drift toward the new millennium, it’s hard not to feel the pull of James Cameron's masterpiece. We’ve all seen it. We’ve all cried. It’s the ultimate 'Ship of Dreams', so beautifully shot that it almost feels more real than history itself. But lately, I can’t stop thinking about the weight of that ship. Not the steel, but the power it carried. Think about the passenger list. On that deck stood some of the wealthiest, most influential men of the old world—men who often disagreed with the direction our modern banks were heading. When the ship went down, those voices went silent. Isn't it strange how the world's financial gears seemed to shift so rapidly just a year or two after the tragedy? It’s almost as if the sinking cleared a path for a new kind of power to take the helm. The movie gives us a love story to hold onto, but I find myself looking at the dark water instead. Was it really just an iceberg, or w...