The King. He has no actual political power and yet when he speaks he is thought to speak for the nation.
In America of course we have no king…so this may well be somewhat difficult to grasp. But some will still cling even to a toothless king because it allows them to zero in on an actual flesh and blood human being. Someone thought to represent the country. Politicians come and go from one election to the next, but the king [or the queen] is there until the very end. And there is always someone next in line to carry on.
Here though things get tricky because while the king is supposed to speak for the nation sometimes the king is barely able to speak at all. He stammers. He stutters. He sounds like anything but a king. So he has to be fixed. Especially in these dire times. Hitler is on the march. He threatens litereally to vanquish the nation. People look to the King to rally around, to pull the nation through.
So, you will either allow for this or you won’t.
And it seems that this particular King, while just a political figurehead, takes being King quite seriously. Unlike his brother. Thus if you are not a member of the Royal Family you are expected to act accordingly. But Lionel Logue will have none of that. In his office everyone is equal to everyone else.
And what makes being a stutterer all the more problematic here is that the stutterer is expected time and again to speak in public. Or to the public. And the anxiety of that alone can reinforce all the more the tendency to stutter.
And this is all tangled up in the Wallis Simpson “scandal”. After all, had it not occured, his stuttering would be considerably more moot because he never would have become the king. That’s the part about contingency, chance and change. The part about dasein. And, royalty or not, no one is exempt from that.
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[b]David Seidler stammered as a child, and heard King George VI’s wartime speech as a child. As an adult, he wrote Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother (widow of George VI) and asked for permission to use the King’s story to create a film. The Queen Mother asked him not to during her lifetime, saying the memories were too painful. Seidler respected her request.
After the abdication, Edward and Wallis (alias Duke of Windsor and Duchess of Windsor) were genuinely surprised to learn that they were banned from the United Kingdom, never to return. It’s generally believed the ban was primarily due to the new Queen Consort (alias Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother). She hated Wallis, blaming her for throwing King George VI into a job he wasn’t prepared for and, later, contributing to his premature death due to the stress of being king. Queen Mary, Edward’s mother, never reconciled with her son, and refused to attend his marriage to Wallis in France. Edward was allowed to return to England for the funerals of his brother “Bertie” and his mother. Both he and Wallis were allowed to be buried on a Royal Estate by special permission of Queen Elizabeth II.[/b]
Ah, royalty.
The MPAA gave the film an R rating, due entirely to the scenes where Bertie curses as part of his speech therapy or preparation for the climactic address. Bob Weinstein and Harvey Weinstein appealed, but were denied. They later submitted a cut without some of the profanity, and got a PG-13 rating. However, the R-rated version is considered the Oscar-winning one, extending a string of R-rated Best Pictures from 2005 to 2010.
at wiki: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_King’s_Speech
trailer: youtu.be/pzI4D6dyp_o
THE KING’S SPEECH [2010]
Directed by Tom Hooper
[b]Title Card: 1925 / King George V reigns over a quarter of the world’s people. He asks his second son, the Duke of York, to give the closing speech at the Empire Exhibition in Wembley, London.
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Doctor: Inhale the smoke deep into your lngs your Royal Highness. Relaxes your larynx does it not? Cigarette smoking calms the nerves, and gives you confidence. Now if Your Royal Highness would be so kind as to open your hand…
[he drops seven glass marbles into his hand.
Doctor: Sterilized. Now, if I may take the liberty, insert them into your mouth.
Elizabeth: Excuse me Doctor. What is the purpose of this?
Doctor: It’s a classic approach. It cured Demosthenes.
Elizabeth: That was in Ancient Greece. Has it worked since?
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Elizabeth [using the name “Mrs. Johnson”]: My husband is, um…well, he’s required to speak publicly.
Lionel: Perhaps he should change jobs.
Elizabeth: He can’t.
Lionel: Indentured servitude?
Elizabeth: Something of that nature, yes.
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Lionel: Well, have your hubby pop by and give his personal history. I’ll make a frank appraisal.
Elizabeth: Doctor, I do not have a “hubby”. Nor do we “pop”. We never talk about our private lives. You must come to us.
Lionel: Sorry, this is my game, played on my turf, by my rules. You’ll have to talk this over with your husband and then you can speak to me on the telephone. Thank you very much for dropping by. Good afternoon.
[he turns and walks into another toom]
Elizabeth: And what if my husband were the Duke of York?
Lionel [from the other room]: The Duke of York?
Elizabeth: Yes, the Duke of York.[/b]
In other words, in this day and age [before televison and mass communication] he doesn’t know that he is speaking to the future Queen of England and that his patient will soon be the King.
[b]Lionel [as Albert prepares to light a cigarette]: Well, please, don’t do that.
Bertie: I’m sorry?
Lionel: I believe sucking smoke into your lungs will… will kill you.
Bertie: My physicians say it relaxes the… the… the throat.
Lionel: They’re idiots.
Bertie: They’ve all been knighted.
Lionel [sarcastic]: Makes it official, then.
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Lionel: So, when you talk to yourself, do you stammer?
Bertie: No…of course not.
Lionel: Well, that proves that your impediment isn’t a permanent part of you.
Bertie: I don’t…I don’t know. I…I don’t care. I…I stammer. No one can fix it.
Lionel: I bet you that you can read flawlessly right here, right now. And if I win the bet, I get to ask more questions.
Bertie: And if I win?
Lionel: You don’t have to answer them. [/b]
So he tricks him. He tricks him with the truth.
[b]King George V [to his son]: In the past, all a King had to do was look respectable in uniform and not fall off his horse. Now we must invade people’s homes and ingratiate ourselves with them. This family’s been reduced to those lowest, basest of all creatures. We’ve become actors!
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King George V [to his son]: Who will pick up the pieces? Herr Hitler intimidating half of Europe. Marshall Stalin the other half. Who will stand between us and the jackboots and the proletarian abyss? You?
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Lionel: All right. You want mechanics? We’ll need to relax your jaw muscles, strenghten your tongue, by repeating tingue twisters. For example, “I’m a thistle-sifter. I have a sieve of sifted thistles and a sieve of unsifted thistles. Because I am a thistle-sifter.”
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Lionel: Did David tease you?
Bertie: They all did. “Buh-buh-buh-Bertie”. Father encouraged it. “Get it out, boy!” Said it would make me stop. Said…"I was afraid of my father, and my children are damn well going to be afraid of me”.
Lionel: Naturally right handed?
Bertie: Left. I was punished. Now I use the right.
Lionel: Yes, that’s very common with stammerers. Any other corrections?
Bertie: Knock knees. Metal splints were made…worn night and day.
Lionel: That must have been painful.
Bertie: Bloody agony. Straight legs now though.
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Bertie: Sometimes, when I ride through the streets and see, you know, the Common Man staring at me, I’m struck by how little I know of his life, and how little he knows of mine.
Lionel: What are friends for?
Bertie: I wouldn’t know.
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Churchill: What is her hold on him?
Elizabeth: Apparently she has certain…skills, which she learnt in an establishment in Shanghai.
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Bertie: David, I’ve been trying to see you.
David: I’ve been terribly busy.
Bertie: Doing what?
David: Kinging.
Bertie: Really? Kinging? Kinging is a precarious business! Where is the Tsar of Russia? Where is Cousin Wilhelm?
David: You’re being dreary.
Bertie: Is Kinging laying off eighty staff at Sandringham and buying yet more pearls for Wallis while there are people marching across Europe singing “The Red Flag”?
David: Stop your worrying. Herr Hitler will sort that lot out.
Bertie: Who’ll sort out Herr Hitler?
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Bertie [hearing that David intends to marry Wallis]: David, the Church does not recognise divorce and you are the head of the Church.
David: Haven’t I any rights?
Bertie: Many privileges…
David: Not the same thing. Your beloved Common Man may marry for love, why not me?
Bertie: If you were the Common Man, on what basis could you possibly claim to be King?!
David: Sounds like you’ve studied our wretched constitution.
Bertie: Sounds like you haven’t.
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Bertie: All that…work…down the drain. My own…b…brother, I couldn’t say a single w-word to him in reply.
Lionel: Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me?
Bertie: 'Cos you’re b… bloody well paid to listen.
Lionel: Bertie, I’m not a geisha girl.
Bertie: Stop trying to be so bloody clever.
Lionel: What is it about David that stops you speaking?
Bertie: What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time?
Lionel: Vulgar, but fluent; you don’t stammer when you swear.
Bertie: Oh, bugger off!
Lionel: Is that the best you can do?
Bertie [like in an elocution lesson]: Well… bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
Lionel: Oh, a public school prig could do better than that.
Bertie: Shit…Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Lionel: Yes!
Bertie: Shit!
Lionel: Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!
Bertie: Because I’m angry!
Lionel: Do you know the f-word?
Bertie: F… f… fornication?
Lionel: Oh, Bertie.
Bertie:: Fuck. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck! Fuck, fuck and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, fuck, fuck, arse!
Lionel: Yes…
Bertie: Balls, balls…
Lionel …you see, not a hesitation!
Bertie: …fuckity, shit, shit, fuck and willy. Willy, shit and fuck and…tits.
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Lionel: If you had to you could outshine David…
Bertie: Don’t take liberties! That’s bordering on treason.
Lionel: I’m just saying you could be King. You could do it!
Bertie: That is treason!
Lionel: I’m trying to get you to realize you need not be governed by fear.
Bertie: I’ve had enough of this!
Lionel: What’re you afraid of?
Bertie: Your poisonous words!
Lionel: Why’d you show up then? To take polite elocution lessons so you can chit-chat at posh tea parties?
Bertie: Don’t instruct me on my duties! I’m the brother of a King…the son of a King…we have a history that goes back untold centuries. You’re the disappointing son of a brewer! A jumped-up jackeroo from the outback! You’re nobody. These
sessions are over!
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Myrtle [Lionel’s wife]: You look a bit blue.
Lionel: Just trouble with a client. Frightened of his own shadow.
Myrtle: Isn’t that why they come to you?
Lionel: But this chap…This chap truly could be somebody great, and he’s fighting me.
Myrtle: Perhaps he doesn’t want to be great.
[Lionel is silent]
Myrtle: Perhaps that’s what you want.
…
Chuchill: But there were other reasons for concern, Sir. He was careless with state papers. He lacked commitment and resolve. There were those that worried where he would stand when war with Germany comes.
Bertie: We’re coming to that?
Churchill: Indeed we are, Sir. Prime Minister Baldwin may deny this, but Hitler’s intent is crystal clear. War with Germany will come, and we will need a King behind whom we can all stand united.
Bertie: I’m afraid my brother is not of sound mind.
Churchill: Have you thought about what you will call yourself? Certainly not Albert, sir. Too Germanic. What about George? After your father? George the Sixth. It has rather a nice continuity to it, don’t you think.
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Bertie [sees Logue is sitting on the coronation throne]: What are you doing? Get up! You can’t sit there! GET UP!
Lionel: Why not? It’s a chair.
Bertie: No, it… That is not a chair. That is…that is Saint Edward’s chair.
Lionel: People have carved their names on it.
Bertie: That… chair… is the seat on which every king and queen…
Lionel: It’s held in place by a large rock.
Bertie: That is the Stone of Scone. You ah-are trivializing everything. You trivialize…
Lionel: I don’t care about how many royal arseholes…
Bertie: Listen to me.
Lionel: …have sat in this chair.
Bertie: Listen to me. LISTEN TO ME!
Lionel: Listen to you? By what right?
Bertie: By divine right, if you must. I am your king.
Lionel: No, you’re not. You told me so yourself. You said you didn’t want it. Why should I waste my time listening…?
Bertie: Because I have a right to be heard! I have a voice!
Lionel [pauses]: Yes, you do.
[Longer pause]
Lionel: You have such perseverance, Bertie. You’re the bravest man I know. You’ll make a bloody good king.
…
[watching a clip of Hitler speaking]
Lilibet: Papa, what’s he saying?
Bertie: I don’t know but… he seems to be saying it rather well.
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Bertie [to Lionel before his speech to the nation after Britain has declared war on Germany]: You know, if… if I’m a…a King, where’s my power? Can I…can I form a government? Can I… can I l-levy a tax, declare a…a war? No! And yet I am the seat of all authority. Why? Because…the nation believes that when I…I speak, I speak for them - but I can’t speak!
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Bertie [as he prepares to broadcast his wartime speech]: Logue, however this turns out, I don’t know how to thank you…for what you’ve done.
Lionel [after a pause]: Knighthood?
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Lionel: You still stammered on the ‘W’.
Bertie: Well, I had to throw in a few so they knew it was me.
…
Title card: King George VI made Lionel Logue a Commander of the Royal Victorian Order in 1944. This high honour from a grateful King made Lionel part of the only order of chivalry that specifically rewards acts of personal service to the Monarch. Lionel was with the King for every wartime speech. Through his broadcasts, George VI became a symbol of national resistance. Lionel and Bertie remained friends for the rest of their lives.[/b]