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blamebrampton ([personal profile] blamebrampton) wrote2011-01-26 11:58 pm
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The King's Speech

Like every woman and her corgi, I've been wanting to see The King's Speech for some time. Finally managed it tonight, as my way of celebrating Australia Day -- irony is my favourite! It is every bit as good as people say.

The script in particular was wonderful. Certainly there were many nods to the modern audience, but there was also a real recognition of historical mores and concerns. The sketches of Edward and Wallis were brief but perfectly venal, while the Archbishop's sense of social order was splendidly stiff (and even more splendidly poked by Princess Elizabeth). I loved that they included the fact of Edward's popularity for a little while after the Abdication, too, which made poor stammering Bertie's life even more awkward.

The costumes are brilliant, and no one will be surprised to hear that I am now desperate for a 1930s coat and hat. The children's outfits are terrific, too, and took me straight back to my own childhood which contained an enormous numbers of pleated skirts and jumpers, when I wasn't wearing muslin embroidered hippie frocks.

As to the cast -- I loved them all. Firth and Rush are never less than engaging and I could watch the two of them for hours. The women were also terrific, especially Helena Bonham Carter and Jennifer Ehle, and bloody hell that Queen Mary was scarily accurate! The kids were delightful – Ramona Marquez is a terrific little actress, and the one who played Elizabeth was suitably grave.

I was happy to see this morning that it has attracted a long list of Oscar nominations. It is such a beautifully made film that I would love to see it awarded in every category.

However ... Apparently there is a campaign against it in Hollywood because the real George VI did not want Jewish refugees fleeing Germany for Palestine and also allegedly stopped them coming to Britain. This is a bit astonishing. On the one hand, it's a staggeringly simplistic interpretation of events: Britain at the time was only just recovering from a massive Depression and was moving onto a War footing, so it could ill-afford to bring in more than the 100,000 Jewish refugees it did take in the lead-up to the war. Similarly, Palestine was a delicately balanced state that could not absorb a massive refugee population without severe unrest (for proof of which, note the entirety of the last 70 years). This is not to say it was well done, nor that people may not have acted very differently if they could have foreseen the future, but despite having some lovely crowns, exactly none of the British Royal Family is now, nor has ever been psychic. Not even Edward.

But the thing that baffles me most about this campaign is that it wants members of the Academy to not vote for the film in any categories. Including Best Script. Which was written by a British/American Jew whose paternal grandparents were killed in the Holocaust.

I hope it sweeps the whole bloody Oscars!


PS And the decision to use real locations while hiding the modern background in fog is GENIUS!

[identity profile] chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com 2011-01-26 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
irony is my favourite

Anzac day 1993. I arrive at Melbourne airport with my shiny new class 100 Resident Visa, breeze through Immigration , walk out the front and hail a cab. The driver is Turkish.

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2011-01-26 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
AHAHAHAHAHA! And I bet he was suitably respectful, too, which I think is one of the loveliest things about the Turkish.

[identity profile] chickenfeet2003.livejournal.com 2011-01-26 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I did ask him what it felt like to be a Turk in Australia. He said Melbourne was fine but he found country Victoria rather frightening. Obviously he had never been to country Queensland which makes Deliverance look like Four Weddings and a Funeral.

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2011-01-26 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
One of my earliest jobs in Australia was filling in for a friend with her swing band for a three-week tour of Queensland (she feel ill the day before the tour, I knew the songs and fit her costumes and had a month off). The rest of the band were big Aussie blokes, three of whom looked like Rugby forwards, three of whom looked like hippies (and were). We were travelling in a minivan. About 100 miles up the Pacific Highway, they explained that some of the places we were going would scare the buggery out of me, but that they would all be there every step of the way and if the locals got too frightening, we could just drive out of town.

I had assumed this was all a typical wind-up the Pom, but after the fourth pull-over and search by the Qld police force who refused to believe that we were retro-loving vegetarians, the Fear descended. Happily, the absence of drugs and presence of Vera Lynn tapes meant that we were waved off down the road each time!