The Big Man and I did something the other night that we almost never do.
We went to see a movie.
It’s not that we both don’t enjoy a good movie; it’s just that we can never agree on which one to see. The Big Man prefers Clint Eastwood and guns and explosions. I prefer Sandra Bullock and romance and humor. We’re like the Odd Couple’s Oscar and Felix when it comes to movies.
So, it’s actually quite surprising that we saw one that basically has none of the things we like in a movie, yet we both loved it.
The King’s Speech is about King George VI of England, his unexpected ascension to the throne, and his efforts to control a strong tendency to stutter. It’s filled with a cast of unknowns—Colin Firth, Geoffrey Rush, Helena Bonham Carter, Michael Gambon. You know… actors with little to no experience or major films under their belt.
Kidding! If you combined the credentials of the actors in this film, it would fill a book.
King George VI is played by Colin Firth, one of my favorite British actors, and he does a fantastic job of it. But as I watched the film there was a part of me that couldn’t separate this character from his iconic portrayal of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy in the BBC’s 1995 production of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Fortunately, both characters have that consummate British reserve thing going on that Mr. Firth portrays so brilliantly.
The film is rated R and I think this must be due to the smattering of profanity in it. Normally, I think most films have too much gratuitous swearing; but, in this film, the profanity was mostly just funny. It is used in such a way that you can’t help but laugh. Plus, when delivered with a British accent, swearing somehow loses some of its impact.
Makes me think that we should all hire a Brit to deliver bad news. “I regret to inform you that you did not get that promotion you’ve been working toward for years.” Say that with a British accent and suddenly it’s not so bad!
The Big Man and I give The King’s Speech two thumbs up and that’s pretty high praise from an odd couple like us. Plus, if you’re like me, you can never get enough of that wonderful Mr. Darcy Firth.
Chickaliciousness: 5 for all that Firthiness