Amanda and I saw The King's Speech at the Parkway Theatre, a few blocks from our house, on Saturday night. Possibly my judgment was impaired by the enjoyable beverages I enjoyed before the show at the nearby Town Hall Tap, but was this really the best movie of the year? You feel bad for a stutterer, want him to get through, feel relief when he does, and in this case it's the King of England. Still, so what? He has to give a speech, a big problem for him. But it's not like he's going to have to fight in the war himself. I also found myself objecting: It's radio! Just let someone else read the damn speech.
Possibly it's the "interplay" between the uptight Royal and his relaxed, Australian speech therapist that is supposed to be Oscar-worthy. Evidently something was. I was more favorably impressed by the "Hot Damn" burger at the Town Hall Tap. Don't put ketchup on it.
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