I feel a wave of victory, principled pride and sweet delight as the recent film, “The King’s Speech” continues to become one of , if not already, the most decorated films ever!
The film stands tall, in a climate of cheapened mediocrity, as it offers forth the greatness of relationships, both with others and within ourselves. It invites us to see again that it is our vulnerabilities, our humanness, that is at the center of both our strength and our gift for connections with others.
Many of us know this, but as a proponent that film too, must hold itself accountable, in its duties (as a profound voice and forum) to uphold social responsibilities, this film steps into a rare level of maturity, touching moral eldership while not losing its verve.
“The King’s Speech” beautifully demonstrates that film’s creativity and circumspection can work collaboratively with wisdom and judiciousness while honoring this most wonderful and powerful (story-telling) social medium.
I applaud too, the compassion that lives in this film, that will surely offer support and a path, for many new unsung voices that need to be heard. Especially against the sea of often feckless movies, that have become the steady diet for so many, who may have been truly hungry for much more relational substance.
I am bolstered by the unencumbered theme, that finding one’s voice is also a community function, as well as a gift for the entire congregation. And when we have people who know both their voice and themselves, the bounty is amazing. The crippled man of shame grows to become a king, and a loved and adored king that King George the VI was!
He faced a darkness of his, his vexing stutter, that had held him in its talons for so many years, until he confronted and claimed it, by making it his own voice, with his own cadence, and with the support of a loving community.
To offer a story, in this day and age, without gratuitous sex or violence, without a computer generated co-star character, is both amazing and gutsy. Perhaps this alone just tickles my euphoria, that hope lives, even at the cinema.
P. Gregory Guss