The King's Speech

Even though I seemed to spend all of last week answering more or less silly emails, I was technically on vacation. I went for a walk, went swimming, visited with friends, shopped, and went to a movie (gasp!). WiseMan had announced that was having no truck with the silly Oscar-winning show, so I would have to go myself.

Since I missed the English version in Berlin (and it absolutely must be seen in English, dubbed versions don't work), I decided to catch up on it in Sweden and give the films "Norwegian Wood" and "How many Lingonberries are there in the world?" a miss.

For a film that has been out for a while, the cinema was well-filled for an early Thursday evening. There were the obligatory strange Swedish advertisements for obscure things, and then we got settled in. Colin Firth really does a great job job portraying Bertie, both the stutterer and the king.

The world is teetering up to war again, and the Prince of Wales prefers parties and the company of a twice-divorced woman to silly governmental stuff. When their dad dies, David becomes king, but not for long. He turns everything over to Bertie, who is trying to learn not to stutter. Lionel, from Australia, is helping him with some unconventional methods.

As they practice for the coronation ceremony, the Archbishop of Canterbury is not amused - Lionel is a fraud, hasn't studied, has no degrees, is an Aussie. He'll get the king fixed up with a proper speech coach. The king doesn't want another one, though, he wants Lionel.

The funniest scene is when the king and queen are visiting Lionel at home and his wife comes home early - and is completely shocked at the company in her living room.

Continuity errors on the elevator obviously going down, but the consultation room being clearly on the top floor. Otherwise, a nice way to spend the evening if you don't expect too much depth in the movie.

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