Review: The King's Speech
WARNING: This review contains film spoilers. Read at your own risk.
[Editor's note] Weekend before last, my gal pal Cecilia and I treated ourselves to Colin Firth's newest Oscar contender, The King's Speech. As the story of King George VI (Elizabeth's father), the film recounts his impromptu ascension to the throne and the speech therapist who helped him become worthy of it.
In a lot of ways, this film is less about exploring the cult of the Royals than it is about the remarkable and unexpected friendship between a King and his unorthodox therapist (played by the incomparable Geoffrey Rush). It is a film that cuts through the entanglements of what's proper to reveal what is ultimately a very human connection.
Firth's interpretation of stammering King George is pitch-perfect (no pun intended). He brings to life a man that is at once regal and flawed-- A man who struggles to find who he is while trying to define his nation's role in the world. Conflicted but resolute, Firth delivers a powerhouse performance that will surely lead him to the winner's circle come award season.
As much as I love Mr. Firth in this and all he does (see: A Single Man, Then She Found Me), The King's Speech is decidedly Geoffrey Rush's film. As royal therapist Lionel Logue, Rush is very much the quintessential wing-man to His Majesty. And yet, he is still very much his own man. Undaunted by the importance of his patient, Logue proceeds to help the King in ways that go beyond the speech therapy. He eases the stammer by empowering the King's confidence. Simply put, Rush turns in a performance rich in humor and candor that will surely lead HIM to the winner's circle.
If the subject matter doesn't exactly appeal to you, just go see two masters of their craft do what they do best.
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