Tom Hooper's film is the favorite, for many people, in the field of ten nominees for the Best Picture Oscar. It has the pedigree of class, the authority of biography, the human interest of a struggle against handicaps. It's the sort of movie that has won Oscars in the past, and Colin Firth's performance in the lead role of George VI is the sort that wins Oscars a lot. It's a bit of a stunt, as Firth must not only re-create the king's stutter and other verbal flaws, but also gets to play a monarch cussing up a storm as if suffering from Tourette's syndrome and express repressed emotions in song. After some scenes you expect to see judges holding up signs with large numerals on them. To be fair to Firth, he emphasizes emotion over technique for much of the picture, but the big scene where he rehearses the war speech, complete with cussing and singing, really goes too far. It's a grandstand play and a showoff moment for the actor that disqualifies his performance, despite its many virtues, from honest consideration as the best of the year.
The King's Speech is technically excellent on just about every level, and arguably award-worthy in the realm of production design. The thing I'll remember most about this film is its wallpaper -- and I don't mean that as an insult. Production designer Eve Stewart did an extraordinary job recreating period interiors, particularly the vividly bleak wallpaper in Lionel Logue's office. Hooper and cinematographer Danny Cohen have a way of filming scenes with the characters off center, so that backgrounds dominate the frame. This approach gives a strong sense of place, including comparative scale when you contrast scenes with Firth and Geoffrey Rush (playing Logue) in the office with scenes with the two men in the vastness of Westminster Abbey. The collaboration of Hooper, Cohen and Stewart is a genuinely brilliant accomplishment.
The film as a whole is a triumph of style over substance, an instance of talents working to their utmost to make the most of material that, the historical context aside, is conventional if not cliched. Going in, I suspected that The King's Speech would seem derivative of The Madness of King George, an earlier history film that hinges on a monarch receiving therapy from an irreverent commoner. The film itself invites comparison by having its King compare himself to "mad King George the Third," but its thematic devices are too many to be traced to a single film. In some sense, Speech may be as generic a film as you could imagine: a troubled man must open up and express repressed feelings under therapeutic prodding in order to redeem himself for past failures and rise to the biggest occasion of his life -- by delivering a speech. Subtract the history and it sounds like Screenwriting 101.
Again, the film does remarkable things with the familiar tropes. Objectively, The King's Speech is a very good movie, one that I'd probably include right now in my own Ten Best list for last year. But something bugs me about it. Something makes me feel that the film is, if not at all bad, then still wrong somehow. I think it's the very focus on George VI as a heroic figure whose role in history is somewhat inflated here. He's certainly a sympathetic figure; the second son of George V and accordingly neglected by father and public in favor of his older brother David, Bertie is additionally accursed by a stammer that seems to derive from strict measures to correct left-handedness and other alleged flaws. He embarrasses himself at his first nationwide radio address, a debacle of amplified echoing stutters that haunts "Bertie" throughout the picture. Untrained for the role, he ends up King because David (Guy Pearce) proves indiscreet and irresponsible in his pursuit of the famous Mrs. Simpson. The film tells us that Bertie is a better man before he proves himself a better king, not least because he's more politically sound than the short-reigning Edward VIII, who briefly suspects Bertie of conspiring to depose him. "The younger brother pushing the older brother off the throne; that's positively medieval, isn't it?" David says. It's a telling remark by the film against itself. If we could believe that Bertie took more of an assertive, patriotic role in ridding his country of an unreliable brother, that would be the stuff of a powerful history play. But the abdication crisis of 1936 is but a passing episode of a story that insists on the big speech as its climax, as if Bertie were a barber turned dictator with the sudden power to change the course of history. In fact, I doubt whether Bertie wrote a word of his speech, or did much if anything to edit it. Yet the film tells us that his reading the text was an important contribution to British resolve at the start of a long war. And in telling us this, the film cheats. If you played the video above, you heard the unadorned voice of George VI. In the movie, Firth is backed by Beethoven. I don't think the filmmakers were trying to convince us that the Seventh Symphony was playing over Bertie's broadcast. But we, the audience, hear that dramatic music and we're clearly meant to hear it as some analog for the purported power of the royal words. Hooper doesn't have the confidence that Firth's plain reading will have the same effect on us that he claims it had on the British people -- such an effect, the film seems to imply, that everything Churchill said subsequently may have been superfluous. But since the whole film has been staked on the idea that the king's delivery of the words will be crucial, something is wrong with this picture. Not bad, but wrong.
Despite that, kudos are still in order for the whole ensemble, from the actors already mentioned to Helena Bonham Carter as an understated Mrs. Bertie (the future Queen Mum), Michael Gambon as a gruff, pressuring George V and Derek Jacobi as a persistent Archbishop of Canterbury -- though I feel that Timothy Spall gives no more than a caricature of Churchill. There's a lot to like about The King's Speech, and I might be less critical toward it than I am were I less of a historian and it less obvious about its Oscar-worthiness. If you like good acting, within reason, and a well-made film, Hooper's movie should satisfy most viewers. But it is neither the best picture of 2010 nor the best of the Oscar nominees, and I'll be disappointed a little, to the extent that I still care about the Academy Awards, if Speech wins as much as some expect.