The King’s Speech is indeed a remarkable movie. Its cinematography, plot, acting, and choice of classical music (including one of the most famous uses of Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony) all summed to a tasteful and engaging experience.

But what was truly remarkable about the film was not merely its acting or how it was shot, but rather its humanizing depiction of the Royal Family. One is meant to think of royalty as near deities, without faults nor true human needs nor desires. Yet, the entire premise of this movie is that these people are as faulty as the rest of us; we are exposed to their blunders and failings from Edward VIII teasing his brother to George’s unwillingness to assume the thrown because of the insecurity he feels when speaking. This disconnect between commoner and lord is acknowledged by George himself while speaking to his speech therapist, Lionel: “I’m struck by how little I know of his life, and how little he knows of mine.” To this effect, Lionel acts as the interface between he ordinary and the extraordinary kingdom of kings. The film is a reminder that everyone is a person, from the common popper to a regal deity.

It was an excellent movie with an excellent story. I would recommend it.