Other more minor roles are effectively played (e.g., Winston Churchill, George V). I should add that Helena Bonham-Carter is also spot-on as the haughty yet practical queen consort. Ultimately a true friendship develops between the men, and since they are both such endearing characters, it's a joy to watch. Firth is brilliant as the aloof, initially reluctant and distrustful monarch, while Rush shows the same wink-of-the-eye humor and irony that he did as Barbossa, relishing the sheer inequality of their positions yet knowing the extent to which George is dependent on him. Both actors are at the absolute top of their form. But the heart of the movie is the relationship between George and Lionel Logue (Geoffrey Rush), who is helping him overcome his speech problems. Edward is typically romanticized and lionized, but here we see him as more of a spoiled, selfish lout. overcoming one's worst fears on behalf of your people and country. It's the clash between duty and hedonism, fulfilling one's personal quest for happiness vs. The contrast between George and Edward VIII is most fruitful. It's a psychoanalytical look at a well-known royal family, and while I can't vouch for its absolute veracity, it gives a rare glimpse into the lives of people we wouldn't otherwise observe at this level of intimacy (much like "Queen" did a few years ago). The story line is all about his stuttering, but underneath all that are suppressed memories from childhood, growing up in the shadow of an elder brother, perpetual negative reinforcement from a domineering father, etc. The story gives us a fascinating look into the struggles faced by George VI on his way to becoming king of England. Truly, there is no way to improve upon the achievement that this film represents, whether in casting, direction, writing, artistic value, you name it. I rarely rate a movie a "10" but in this case, it is well deserved. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse! Lionel Logue: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Lionel Logue: Oh, a public school prig could do better than that. bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard. Lionel Logue: Is that the best you can do? Lionel Logue: Vulgar, but fluent you don't stammer when you swear. King George VI: What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time? Lionel Logue: What is it about David that stops you speaking? King George VI: Stop trying to be so bloody clever. Lionel Logue: Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl. Lionel Logue: Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me? brother, I couldn't say a single w-word to him in reply.
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