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I know I’m late to the party when it comes to The King’s Speech, having railed against it for so long because ew, history, however, the rest of the world is right as always because this movie is freakin sweet.

Everyone knows the story: man meets microphone, microphone scares man, man meets speech therapist, man becomes king against his will, man triumphs over adversity, but this comes with the best swearing scene in the world as a bonus. Colin ‘King George the Somethingth’ Firth’s comic timing as he spits the word ‘tits’ leaves not a dry eye in the house. Beautiful.

Add into the mix a badass older brother: great at shirking his familial responsibilities, even better at throwing awesome parties, Helena Bonham Carter in a rare Not Tim Burton’s Wife role and that adorable girl from Outnumbered as a young Princess Margaret (mind = blown) and, seriously, this movie is complete.

It’s great, inspired, heart-wrenching, moving and other superlatives, but Geoffrey Rush as camp, sharp-tongued, unflappable speech therapist Lionel Logue steals the show a bit. Be prepared to develop an uncomfortable crush on him. And if you’re one of the few who haven’t seen the film yet, stop being a contrary fool. You won’t regret it.