I've got a crush on you...

We saw The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian last weekend. Yeah, yeah, the movie rocked. All I can really say though is that for the first time in who knows how many years, George Clooney has been trumped. And by a fictional character even. I heart Prince Caspian... and I don't necessarily mean the newcomer actor playing him. Although I sure as heck hit up Google as soon as we left the theater. I do look forward to seeing Ben Barnes play Dorian Gray as well as the upcoming Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Yum.

What I meant was that I have developed a full-on crush on the Prince Caspian.

Prepare yourself, I'm going to have a rare girly moment here: (Like) you know the scene where Susan was in the woods kicking ass but then became overwhelmed by the Telmarine soldiers after sending Lucy off to find Aslan by herself... and she falls down... and in rides Prince Caspian all smoking hot on his black steed and hunky armor... and he bends down, extending his hand to help her up...? THAT scene. A collective sigh rose from all the females in the audience. No joke. I'm sure many of the men shifted uncomfortably in their seats while simultaneously rolling their eyes in disgust. I've long ago realized that the 'knight in shining armor' bit was puerile hogwash, but that scene (and all the ones leading up to and following that scene which featured our handsome Prince)... let's just say that my heart went a-flutter and George fell off his pedestal with a resounding thud.

I still can't stare directly into the above photo for longer than a second at a time without blushing and looking away. No matter how mature and cynical I get, this movie will remind me that I still have a silly little girl trapped in the la-la-land section of my brain. And that little girl wants a wall-sized poster of this photo in her room to kiss goodnight. Perhaps some gaudy t-shirts and a Trapper Keeper emblazoned with his beautiful likeness...

Okay, girly moment over.