I can recall a tale from Ansett days of yesteryear on the B727. A wise checkie was relating the tale over an ale - it involved his checking Capt Bloggs (a lovely, and sometimes even competent, old chap) on such a day.
Captain Bloggs (beloved of the little old ladies on the passenger list), while telling all on the PA how he would save them from the tempest, flew into some quite unpleasant weather with associated up, down, sideways, etc. movement of unpleasant proportion.
While the checkie didn't find it necessary to fail the old chap he did have an ale with him later and observed that he might do better with less PA and a more proactive management of the flight.
It was an interesting life.