The King's Speech (2010)

I feared “The King’s Speech” might be another ho-hum British drama about excessively privileged white people battling a hardship that 85 percent of the world’s population would kill to have. I was wrong. It’s damn smart, surprisingly funny, and proudly uplifting. King George VI (Colin Firth) had an untreated speech impediment mostly hidden from public. But as Nazis called for war, George had to lead not with a sword, but with a calm and commanding voice. Smartly portrayed, Firth’s king knows that when he speaks, it will result in lives lost. He wants to be worthy of his people. This is about them. Not him. Geoffrey Rush is the speech therapist who helps George find his voice. (I swear it's not corny. Square, yes. Oscar bait, yes. Corny, no.) The lessons make for solid buddy comedy and social satire as the two bicker and learn to say the “F” word. Firth has Oscar clips galore, but it’s his quiet scenes that impress, such as telling bedtime stories. This was intended as a play, and its dialogue –- witty and strong –- is as good as any stage production I’ve seen. A-