The Secret of Moonacre and a revelation about Ryan and I as a couple

So Ryan and I watched The Secret of Moonacre last night because he brought it home from work knowing that I was still feeling pretty under the weather. He's so sweet, he thought I'd like it not because it was a cute, fluffy fantasy with pretty strewn throughout (which is was), but because Tim Curry and Ioan Gruffud were in it (and he knows I think they are as gods). And yes they were in it, and it was hot---not really, but I do appreciate the long black hair on Tim Curry's character and Mr. Gruffud was goodlooking as always, but it's hard to drool when they are surrounded by the trappings of a wholesome family film.  Too much guilt.

But regardless of how silly and cute the movie was, Ryan and I came to the conclusion that we will never, ever be able to see any movie starring Ioan Gruffud in the theater. From the moment he appeared on screen right until the very end of the movie, we would turn to each and look confused and move our eyebrows suggestively and say "Hornblower!?" in our best impression of an upper-crust British accent. We did this for almost two hours, folks. And we could not stop.  Needless to say, I kina sorta wanted to go see Sanctum, but not after this. I can just imagine the movie theatre employee's face and his confusion as he kicks us out whilst everyone arround us whispers "Who the hell is Hornblower? And why do they keep saying their name? Are they British? Is it a foreign thing?"