Diabolically Good

I love movies. Always have and, I expect, I always will. It’s about the escape for me. A good story takes me away, lands me in another time, another place and, best of all, gives me someone’s else life to slip inside of. . .if only for a little while.

Some movies are pure entertainment. Some are transformative. A great movie is both. It makes you want to be a part of a character’s life. What would I say to so-and-so, you ask yourself?  How would l react if he did that to me? It’s all about leaving the world you live in behind and moving yourself into someone else’s reality. . .somewhere, perhaps, a little more exciting, a little less stressful, a little more je ne sais quoi than your own.

The King’s Speech is one of those films.


I’ll admit I wasn’t sure about it when I first sat down in the theatre armed with my M&Ms. I like a little more action with my drama, but from the word go, I was captivated, right there in 1930 England cheering on a man who didn’t want to be King.  

He reminded me of something important. A truth that I hadn’t exactly forgotten, but haven’t visited in a while. Hard work and perseverance are the underpinnings of success. Hope is what drives both.

So, hold your hope high, keep it shiny and new. Fuse it with hard-nosed, never-say-die perseverance and everything you’re dreaming of will follow.