Imagine you’re second in line for the throne of England, right behind your selfish, womanizing brother, your father the King is in ill health, and you have a terrible stutter that you just can’t control. Your father despises you for the impediment, your siblings tease you about it, your country is poised to enter World War II and that older brother desires to marry an American divorcee. Except the King of England can’t marry a divorced woman, meaning you’re next in line for the throne.
The simplistic speech therapies of Logue and their miraculous results were also more than a bit reminiscent of the psychological treatment that the lovely Ingrid Bergman offers Gregory Peck to astonishingly positive results in Hitchcock’s Spellbound. Quick, simple solutions make for satisfying cinematic stories, but it was difficult to believe that even after he realized that “Mr. Johnson” was the Duke of York that Logue would have insisted on calling him Bertie and behaving towards him as one would to a friend at the corner pub.