The King’s Speech,
pays him a visit. She persuades her husband to give it another go.
The therapist is Lionel Logue (Geoffrey Rush), and the relationship between the two men is the heart of this deeply satisfying movie. The historical accuracy of the story’s timeline is pretty fanciful, but the human relationship that develops between the royal and the commoner feels right. In Logue there are touches of Annie Sullivan (Helen Keller’s teacher) and echoes of Sigmund Freud as the therapist probes the childhood traumas that might have brought on the royal infirmity (“No infant stammers,” he observes). There are moments so evocative of Henry Higgins that you half expect them to burst into “The Rain in Spain,” and indeed part of the treatment calls for the future monarch to sing his thoughts to popular tunes. A linguist friend of mine describes the key to learning languages as “hearing the music,” and here the king’s English is a foreign tongue that the king must master.