by William Goss
This Friday, the Weinstein Company -- in its infinite wisdom -- is putting a PG-13 cut of The King's Speech out on a thousand screens in an effort to finally push the film past that pesky $136 million mark. It's a move opposed by the director, and opposed by the stars, but nonetheless, here we have a version with f-bombs muted and inspiration intact.
Who, exactly, is the audience for this? Adults who can't wait until April 19th to pick up the scandalous director's cut on DVD? Child prodigies who are too good for the likes of Hop? Mormons? Short of considerate parents taking their shy teens to see it (just as they could have and probably did in its original release), what is possibly going to hold the average family's interest here? "Oh, she's sitting on his belly! Look, he's confessing childhood abuse in song! My, what jowls that Churchill had - it's practically in 3D, and for the price of 2!"
Maybe there is in fact an audience out there for this, a niche that would've seen other Best Picture winners theatrically if only The Hurt Locker had no bombs in it, or if Crash had all of the racism taken out. I've said it before and I'll say it again: The King's Speech is a fine film, full stop. If you really must see it this weekend, do your part and make it a fuck-along screening. (I was going to suggest just cursing whenever Colin Firth fails to, but given that Bob and Harvey are already screwing over the filmmakers, you and yours might as well have at it.)