Opening this weekend is the truly ruddy wonderful The King’s Speech. The truly ruddy wonderful Lewis Swift reviewed it on this here site, so take a peak around, read his critique then follow his advice; Go see it. There are a number of reasons why, great performances, a lovely central friendship, fantastic production, Guy Pearce brief spell ‘King-ing’ and the wee ickle girl from Outnumbered as a young Princess Margaret but its main pulling point; the power of words.

As the deeply irritating, helium voiced muppets, The Bee Gees sang “It’s only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away.” Whilst the end result of The King’s Speech is that he managed to get the words over his tongue, ultimately if he was just dictating a recipe for a cracking Toad in the Hole the film wouldn’t be worth a damn. Those words helped scared British residents feel a little less so.
As celluloid speeches go, however, it’s not quite up there with these humdingers. And no, there is no Braveheart.








