Everybody remembers Titanic. Even those too young to remember the boffo box-office bonanza it created upon release in 1997 can still recall its place in the cultural nexus.
Jack and Rose, the ship of dreams and king of the world, Celine Dion and My Heart Will Go On, a record-matching eleven Academy Awards and sheer inescapable fervour.
Not many people recall A Night to Remember. The 1958 film, distributed by The Rank Organisation, was a financial bomb, the priciest film made in Britain up to that juncture.
Led by Kenneth More and Honor Blackman, directed by Roy Ward Baker, shot by the incomparable Geoffrey Unsworth - it had all the makings of a hit, and yet fell well short.
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Taken next to each other, almost forty years apart, you'd be hard-pressed to find the man on the street who could even know of its existence next to Titanic, let alone name it.
Yet for calculated film buffs and historical scholars, A Night to Remember often reigns supreme; a film that cuts through to the bone with searing authenticity over soapy drama.
This weekend, there is one glitzy fight card, toplined by a pair of razzle-dazzle stars, is poised to be the starriest attraction around the world for your casual combat sports fans.
But for those in the know, there's a very good chance that Canelo Alvarez and Terence Crawford's eye-watering mega-fight proves to be the less invigorating spectacle in play.
Lewis Crocker and Paddy Donovan's rematch may not come with the red carpet - but in a city where Titanic was born over a century ago, it sits ready to be the surprise winner.
One day after Thursday's sedate media event where the highlights proved to be Ishmael Davis and Caoimhín Agyarko's bids to out-insult each other, Friday brings the literal noise.
Across the upper gantries, supporters for both headline stars shout down to the floor, an array of terrace-chant cries delivered with a lusty bellow as they await the official weigh-in.
A steady stream of former world champions mingle to and fro - most notably anchored by Carl Frampton, Belfast's long-time hero and the last man to headline Windsor Park.
More are circling the stage, or in the crowd too, just soaking it up. Darren Barker and Barry Jones lean over the apron, conversation drowned out; Sunny Edwards grins in delight.
Past the barriers errected five rows up for teams, press and personal guests, it is strictly standing room only. Outside the ICC's doors, the queues snake around Waterfront Hall.
If the build-up should whet the appetite, then half the job is done. When fans crowded for Wednesday's open workouts, it felt like this proud fighting city was already the winner.
A fight card that features no shortage of homegrown talent earns increasingly boisterous responses too, with effectively the lone pantomime boos reserved for Leeds man Davis.
March's result at the SSE Arena, when Crocker's win came in less-than-auspicious circumstances, was always going to generate organic interest, as were the increased stakes.
But as eyes will be drawn to the Nevada desert for a stadium showdown, it feels like this bout half the world away in County Antrim has captured just as much of the zeitgeist.
If there has been one overarching thread to the past few days, it has been Donovan's swagger against Crocker's silence, the latter marked by a quietude across his preparations.
Plenty have speculated on both sides of the divide that the older man might be keeping his powder dry, for a contest where despite home advantage, he is a nominal underdog.
Yet they say that you find the measure of a man's convictions when beneath the bright lights - and finally, after half a week of soft-shoe shuffles, his fans flipped the switch for him.
His riotous entrance for the weigh-in, all double-fist-pumps and shark-tooth grins, not only seemed to take his opponent by surprise, it seemed to catch himself off-guard himself.
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With just under a pound extra on his frame, Crocker not only edged the physical weigh-in over Donovan - he appeared to wrestle back the psychological edge in the process too.
The latter will not be fazed, of course - the twenty-five-year-old's confidence is not just skin-deep, with his dominance on the scorecards last time around a key base to draw on.
Nevertheless, as the pair turn away from the scales, it is him who reaches across the divide with a pat on the back, a few final words, and gets no response from his opponent.
As fans slowly siphon out, the voices behind the local hero suddenly feel louder than ever. Even the sudden appearance of Joseph Parker cannot take away from the moment.
There's just one more sleep until two of this island's most adept operators meet to settle their scores - and if this is the titanitc tussle as promised, it will be a night to remember.
Watch Lewis Crocker vs Paddy Donovan II, plus the whole undercard from Belfast's Windsor Park, with a DAZN subscription this September.