Apr. 6th, 2017

muccamukk: Porthos laughing victoriously. (Musketeers: I Win!)
(no the other rewatch)

As Nenya pointed out in her picture post, yesterday was Mr. Gregory Peck's 101st birthday.

Since Guns of Navarone, we have watched Keys of the Kingdom where 28-year-old GP is a Catholic priest who goes to China and basically fails to convert anyone who wasn't already Christian and spends half his time hanging out with the Methodists, but does woobie well. He does this thing where he's just decent to everyone and respects them, and therefore is liked, even though he himself thinks he's terrible. It's extremely attractive. There is no fic.

We rewatched Roman Holiday which neither of us had seen in ages (and Nenya possibly not with subtitles), which is not my favourite GP role, but does have a lot of Audrey Hepburn being stunning, so there is that. Also not usually huge on size kink, but I'm pretty sure he could cup his hands around her waist, and gives good hugs. Plus he spends the last ten minutes trying not to cry and not doing very well at that, so decent woobie. There's a handful of fic, but nothing notable.

I watched his first movie Days of Glory which was fascinating for being a middle-budget Hollywood war propaganda movie that was fervently pro-Soviet (hey, remember when we were all on the same side?) It's worth copying the first few lines of the opening narration here for a flavour of it. (Plus I spent like six hours last night coding subtitles so that Nenya could watch a few scenes, so I have it to hand!)
Here is the true story, which could have happened in any land, of a little group of free people who lived and loved and fought to drive the invaders from their native soil. One of the countless thousands of those guerrilla bands who from secret hiding places in the swamps and in the great forest lived days of imperishable glory. Their leader had been left behind by the army especially to organise them: Vladimir (as played by Mr. Gregory Peck, distinguished star of the New York stage).

Anyway, GP plays an engineer who became a partisan and has angst about his life now being just destroying things. Tamara Toumanova plays a ballerina who got stuck behind enemy lines on a USO (or whatever the Russian USO was) tour gone wrong. The dialogue is cheesy as hell, but the romance has good chemistry, and it's hard to remain uncharmed by something so deeply earnest (though GP says, "There is an old saying, 'bullets spare those who are in love,'" and promptly gets run over by a flaming tank, which was hard not to find unintentionally humorous). There is no fic.
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