What an absolutely fantastic movie!
It's 1939. Storm clouds are brewing over Europe as Hitler beats his chest and starts warmongering. After King George V dies leaving his eldest son David to become King Edward VIII, who then abdicates in order to marry twice divorced Wallace Simpson, second son and lifelong stutterer Prince Albert is crowned King Geoge VI.
Just when the country needs a confident, resolute leader, it has a nervous stammerer who never wanted or expected to be King.
"Bertie's" wife, Queen Elizabeth "the Queen Mother" hires Australian speech therapist Lionel Logue to school her husband to fluency, and so begins a story that is heart-warming, dramatic, engaging and funny - or at least it is the way it's delivered by Colin Firth, Geoffrey Rush, and Helena Bonham-Carter.
The small theater was packed, and I'm assuming not everyone was British, so judging by the fun everyone seemed to be having I'd say this going to go down really well once the buzz catches on.
And talking of which, this time last year I was confidently pitching The Road for the Best Film Oscar. It got nowhere, so I'll keep my thoughts to myself about The King's Speech.
Strange that everyone in the film knew that Lionel Logue was Australian, but it was impossible to detect from Geoffrey Rush's accent. And equally strange they should have picked Australian Guy Pierce to play King Edward VIII, even though he did so with an impeccably correct accent.
See. This. Film.
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