No Sex Please, We're British

Today I joined my parents to see The King's Speech at the movies.  Cool hey.  I love spending time with my parents without my children, it reminds me I am a daughter as well as a Mum. I may well have been the youngest person in the theatre by a decade or more, but I have been buzzing all afternoon.  It was a fantastic film.  Really enjoyed it.

Yes:
- it was a true story (which I love)
- had some of my favourite actors (Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush)
- and it was actually pretty funny (King to speech dude who is sitting on the throne: 'Get up, you can't sit there! GET UP'  Speech dude: 'Why not, it's a chair?'). 

But why I am buzzing is not because of what was in the film, but rather what was absent.  There were no special effects, no 3D glasses, no violence, no sex, no digital animation.  Yes, there was plenty of swearing, but it was of historical relevance (and it was damn funny).

In short, this was a film, a story, of words and about words.  It was simply the combination of a good storyline, some powerful writing, and some brilliant acting.  It did not rely on technological trickery, its strength lies in its story.

And that excites me.  It excites me because I hope one day to be involved, even in the periphery, in this amazing world of clever stories and beautiful writing.