The King's Speech: Review By Bane. Ferguson

Finally my review for The Kings Speech is here - i am seated now, while typing listening to the key piece of music in the movie that makes it what it is along with the splendid cinematography, and performances .

Beethoven Symphony no 7 - II bringing a tear up from my brown eyes, slowly trickling down my cheek, full of sorrow, despair for this poor cursed man, a fault in communication not just with people but society, England, a bond he must make. Friendships that had grown through this indeed gracious time.

Based upon the true real life events that have been bestowed upon King George the sixth, with a stammer, as is all not well, through and through his wife and he- the Queen Mother, going to many therapists, first of all we see Poor old Bertie (only to his family members, well that sooner or later changes) with his mouth full of marbles, being ordered, ushered, pestered into speaking, and almost choking on a couple, flaring up in a rage, not contained angry, submissive. This film is centred around not just a previous King with a stammer but the effects of it, a chain reaction, about an unlikely friendship and bond, companionship, a heart melting piece between Geoffrey Rush and Colin Firth himself.

Soon after more strains upon the other, the Queen Mother (Helena Bonna Carter in the most overly hyped role you will ever have the experience of watching) sets a date with a laid back speech therapist, australian, a failed actor, a theatrical and smart and swift, clean cut father, the most likable person you will meet in cinema. This man, this true soul not only changed one particular soul but history, what would have been if the king had not over come this curse.

This man, Lionel Logue, taunting Edward (or as he tries to get across "BERTIE") pushing him, training him, through his controlled physicality, his stanima , his temper, moulding it to his uses. Mending in this format of temper, and distraction, its so meticulous and physically out there all's well. But once his father King George V dies his older brother David, the Prince of Wales the smug, charismatic, quite laughably performed brat doesn't wish to uphold the throne rightfully by marrying a divorced socialite, so with moving off the throne, Bertie must take up the fore bared place as King. The contorted fear he holds, the emotion, the perseverance the long going progress of trying to come to grasps with his stammer as it is, but to make now programmed and released radio messages haunts him. Well Lionel wont have shyness or cowardice.

Through the movie is a undying vibe, thoroughly filmed, the therapy sessions swaying with them in the process of curing him. The angles, the lenses, the shots, the glorious photography, all textural, bright, and now the brilliance of Digital projectors its more elegant, quaint, your there in the moment.

Chemistry and passion and love ensues between both Colin and Geoffry, to say they are no longer friends outside would be sadistic, never have i felt a presence of supreme respect as both actors and characters. Both brimming with oozing golden syrup, that is their grace and alliance and passionate performances. i have never nearly broke into tears all my life in viewing, the film is just an undeniably pure pristine piece of unique film. Tom Hooper gives it not just your standard drama vibe, but filming it with something else in mind. When the script written with diligence and intellect by David Seidler (rarely) stops or veers away Tom tries to make it a cinematic piece, lush greens, golds, reds, pure upholstery and knitted furniture or steel watches or wooden carved clocks are pieces to the story. Everything seems to be filmed to have a place in the story whether a sofa, or the dried up paint peeling off Lionel's therapy rooms wall, strewn, in sheets like shedding skin.

The score ,Alexandre Desplat, lends itself like no other to this film, a beautifully uplifting score so powerful that it is mainly the dialogue in many scenes.

It fits with the movie and score is key along with many aspects of cinema, but still key, a subconscious thing there to edge it on, this seems to help it go on its way, though it already does not need any extra hands to help.

This could be the most visionary drama i have watched, with performances to dies from, a good old try form Timothy Spall as Church-hill, laughable, except i couldn't understand the sod.

After a rethink, this did deservedly earn most of the awards, and it is the best piece to have erupted from the UK, and here I'm proud to be British. This film makes me be proud of our nation, proud of Tom, proud of Colin, and proud that this film is pure in many unique ways and is a touching, heart warming masterpiece.