The year before the Costa Concordia fell on its side and killed thirty-two people, it starred in a movie. Jean-Luc Godard’s Film socialisme has gambling and a brunch buffet, frantic disco, the banter of history, vanished gold, Palestine. Shot in HD, the footage transforms the enormous cruise liner into something mythical—dazzling, clean, massive, magnificent. There is the brilliant blue and rich yellow of its broad, glossy decks and gigantic smokestack. The sparkling white of its bulk and the froth of its glorious wake. The ship is the dream, the passengers its dreamers.