“The King’s Speech” is a classic in movie making, and one of the best movies in a long time. It wouldn’t appeal to predominantly young audiences, because it’s devoid of swirling cameras, exploding cars, millisecond shots (120 per minute), lots of dead people, sloppy sex, gratuitous nudity, mediocre acting and spray of constant vernacular that exceeds filth. In fact, it’s a great, simple story, with a steady camera that follows the lives of two characters who do all the moving about, and engage in engaging dialogue. For that, it will probably bomb at the box office. Unless, of course, it wins an Academy Award.
And that will be a distinct possibility. It is certain to be nominated in a number of categories, including best picture and best actor, Colin Firth, who plays the stammering King George VI of England, and Geoffrey Rush who plays his commoner, speech therapist. It’s all about the man who would rather not have been king, and his inability to overcome the afflictions set upon him at an early age because he was not permitted to be left handed.
Most British landscape movies bore me. But this had a constant dialogue that kept the viewer glued to the story. And, it provided some insights of an historical perspective behind the scenes as Germany’s Hitler embarked on the destruction of Europe.
Helena Bonham Carter admirably played the wife of King George VI, and who we all later remember as the Queen Mother when Elizabeth the II was crowned in 1952.
Watch for at least six to eight nominations. It’s basic movie making at it’s best. A waning art form.