I'm afraid I've contacted a debilitating disease. It is a disease which any fangirl has suffered from at least once, though likely numerous times. The disease has variants for each fangirl, depending on said fangirl's preferences.
My disease? Is
James McAvoy Fever.
I did not love him in
The Chronicles of Narnia, though, to be fair, that is likely because bestiality squicks me.
I thought he was yummylicious in
The Last King of Scotland, but I didn't give him a second (OK, possibly a fiftieth) thought and just developed a slight crush.
I just saw him in
Becoming Jane and my obsession took hold because YUM and RAWR.
I've not yet seen
Atonement *woe*, though it's out on DVD
very, very soon and it will be mine (I was very eager to see it already anyway being a period-flick hor).
His accent? *swoon*
(Oh, and I have
Shakespeare Retold that a friend from England sent me a couple years ago for my birthday. I've never actually watched it though because it's
PAL and not
NTSC and therefore only watchable on the computer. I think I have motivation to watch it now.)