there's little i can add to the buzz about this Oscar-nominated film. the title itself may be twofold, referring to both the written words of King George VI as well as the manner in which he spoke them...or didn't speak them.
as with many theatre-goers, i was utterly charmed by the superb acting of Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush. with such a gaping power differential between the two characters, their friendship should not have blossomed. but through thin insults, dry wit, and a lovely symbiotic dependence, their relationship deepened. Firth's portrayal of one with a speech-related disability was spot on and his vulnerability veiled beneath a quick temper brought me to tears.
i love period pieces: the opulent homes, the rich vocabulary, the gorgeous costumes. The King's Speech captured this formal yet luxurious life of the royals while maintaining the dark, fearful caution of a country on the edge of war. the film demonstrated the need for and power of unity in times of fear. it provided hope for people who feel their disability may never be overcome. it showed, in equal measure, the strength of words and the power of friendship.
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