I watched Catherine the Great last night, and ahahhahaha. Ahhahah. OMG, the movie was far, far enjoyable once I started pretending that it was one of them alternate-reality fics where one of the main characters is a different gender and different social class and the thing goes from being a 32nd century clone epic to a Regency novel about the ton? (IE: Catherine the Great is so totally Horatio Hornblower with v. impressive boobs and a smaller nose! She's got the coloring, the hair! :D And awww, isn't Bush with his velvet disco messiah gown just adorable?)
Bush not articulating his feelings for Hornblower = entirely possible, I guess. He's not a reflective man, you know? Even when he's all meditative on deck, it seems like he's more caught up in the whole pritty of his ship than in actual reflection. It kind of BENDS THE IMAGINATION because he's known Horatio for about eight jillion years at this point, but yeah.
And I recognize that this could just be what happens with a twenty year gap in the books, but goddammit, I still feel compelled to try and fit it into a coherent line. I think that I'm just going to assume that Barbara went fishing, that Bush didn't realize that she was fishing, that his <3 for Horatio is so deeply internalized that he doesn't even bother characterizing it anymore, and that "fruit baskets, lemonade, deck showers, below deck math tutorials, drunken singing loving in the hammock" (omg such a great way of putting it) is important to him and happened, but that it 1) happened a long time ago and 2) is now less than his overwhelming awe of Horatio the Captain.
Which means that I get to pretend FC was, like. You know. Bush and Horatio finding the human sides to each other again. HAND-HOLDING!!!!!!!!!!!!11
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ps: i hope training wasn't too painful yesterday *_*
Date: 2006-01-23 04:39 pm (UTC)Bush not articulating his feelings for Hornblower = entirely possible, I guess. He's not a reflective man, you know? Even when he's all meditative on deck, it seems like he's more caught up in the whole pritty of his ship than in actual reflection. It kind of BENDS THE IMAGINATION because he's known Horatio for about eight jillion years at this point, but yeah.
And I recognize that this could just be what happens with a twenty year gap in the books, but goddammit, I still feel compelled to try and fit it into a coherent line. I think that I'm just going to assume that Barbara went fishing, that Bush didn't realize that she was fishing, that his <3 for Horatio is so deeply internalized that he doesn't even bother characterizing it anymore, and that "fruit baskets, lemonade, deck showers, below deck math tutorials, drunken singing loving in the hammock" (omg such a great way of putting it) is important to him and happened, but that it 1) happened a long time ago and 2) is now less than his overwhelming awe of Horatio the Captain.
Which means that I get to pretend FC was, like. You know. Bush and Horatio finding the human sides to each other again. HAND-HOLDING!!!!!!!!!!!!11