I would hate to be a member of the Royal Family, and The King's Speech explores just that sentiment. Colin Firth plays Albert, the Duke of York whose transition into King George VI, and indeed a wartime monarch, is hampered by a terrible stutter. He seeks help from Lionel Logue, an eccentric speech therapist (Geoffrey Rush). Together they attempt to get "Bertie" to a level where he can by the voice of his country.

What really strikes you about the movie is just how entertaining it is. Most scenes have some element of comedy to them, and a fair few are outright farcical. It lacks the stiffness of so many costume dramas, and whilst this may detract from the more serious moments, it allows the narrative to flow. This is a comedy drama with serious undertones, and not vice versa.

Where the film really works is the breaking down of King George as a human being. He is compared more to the everyman that the royals he is surrounded with, and his speech impediment seems as much social as vocal. We want him to succeed in his quest to speak for the nation, but also to speak for himself, and that is all that is required for this film to work. Colin Firth may have delivered the performance of his career, and is now my definite tip for the Oscars. That said, if any of the supporting cast (bar a rather hammy Timothy Spall Churchill) were to get awards in a few months it wouldn't surprise me.

There are some gorgeous shots in the film, with the lighting in the Westminster Abbey scene being particularly of note. Even the pokey rooms of the lower middle classes are lush and vivid, and the set pieces between Rush and Firth are a treat to watch, be they in a decrepit office, or Buckingham Palace.

On a final note, director Tom Hooper is turning into one of UK's most exciting directors. With this and The Damned United he has delivered two knockout British movies, and his next choice of project will be very interesting indeed.