A couple of jobs ago, before I started getting paid for sharing my opinions, I worked for an employer that did not care to know them.

And in one meeting for my yearly review, I was asked fairly directly why I wasn't doing more to become promoted.

My reasons were simple. I liked the job I was doing and I was good at it.

This wasn't going to be my career. It was just a job.

The higher-ups were incredulous, and I was promoted anyway,

with all the responsibilities and stresses, thereunto appertaining.

And so in the beginning of crash dive when I saw P T-boat commander Ward

Stewart living his best life out there on his fast attack boat only to be

promoted into submarine duty. My shoulders sunk like his, punished for doing a good job.

The film makes a big deal about Stewart's preferences and naval vessels, and he will tell anyone who asks just how superior a PT boat is to anything else in the water.

Is this the conflict of the film, an assignment he doesn't like? No way! We pivot so hard into Ward Stewart becoming

smitten with Gene Hewlett, and once he does, she becomes his entire focus, to the exclusion of all other concerns.

And he really should have some other concerns like,

why aren't there locks on the bedrooms and sleeper cars?

Or at what point is showing up in a person's hotel room

creepy? Or how long is too long to drive to a mystery location on a date?

That's all setting aside the biggest question of all. Who else Jean might be

dating and if that person is the very worst person it could possibly be? Lieutenant Commander Dewey

Connors, the commander of the Corsair, the very submarine

Stewart's been assigned to. And it's crazy that for a film that spends a good 70%

of its time on this love triangle story, on trains and hotels and

an officer's clubs, Stuart's relationship to Jean is only revealed to Connors a half an hour

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