Call me a wet noodle, a buzzkill, or a “namby-pamby” (a term I learned from this movie), but I did not fall under the romantic spell of Mr. Malcolm’s List.  In fact, I thought Mr. Malcolm’s List was pretty cheesy.  Then again, the love-struck emotions in Emma Holly Jones’ period piece are supposed to hit those levels of mushy sentimentality.  It’s just a matter of reigning them in before they spill over to become just…