From Lorrie Moore’s great analysis of why the film Titanic holds appeal for her:
Certainly, at the end, DiCaprio as Jack gives Kate Winslet as Rose the best seat on their bit of flotsam, and upon his apparent death she does pluck him too precipitously from his post; still, it is Rose who surprises not just her mother but surely love itself and leaps from the safety of a lifeboat, through water, through air, to save her man, madly swimming upstream, through the corridors of a sinking ship (oh, girls, don’t we know it) like a salmon to spawn. The hormonal conviction of it is exhilarating to watch, and much more reminiscent of walruses than of Edwardians.
From a discussion of the Worst Best Pictures from the Academy Awards about Kate Winslet’s character in Titanic:
The one critical comment that sums up the film and the Winslet character for me came from MAD magazine. She’s throwing the jewel over the side, and says, (I’m paraphrasing here) “Here I am throwing the jewel into the ocean, when I could sell it and pay back my granddaughter for putting up with me for all these years. I guess I am a selfish bitch!”