I don’t think she can really care for him, except just in a grand[-]daughterly (what a horrid word to write!) sort of way.
The Conan O’Brien-penned half-hour has the capacity to rip our collective hearts out the way the cute, funny bad girl next door does to Bart when she reveals that her new boyfriend is Jimbo Jones, but the show keeps shying away from genuine emotion in favor of jokes that, while overwhelmingly funny, detract from the poignancy and the emotional intimacy of the episode.
As Leddy Macbeth! Her gran' high straicht-nosed face, whiter than ashes!
At the same time there is no fantasy, as there is in the teleportage of science fiction, or in the Greek myth that requires the insemination of a woman by a swan.
