The Queen's speech
I am so far behind in movie-viewing that I just rented The Queen, last year's Academy Award winner, while everybody else is talking about the latest royal hooha. Here's my take on it: I'm with Queen Liz. All those citizens standing around boohooing, placing flowers around the various palaces, and carrying candles are taking it too far. Where do these people get off, acting like they had just lost their best friend, their mother and dad, and the family dog? They didn't know Diana, and chances are they wouldn't have liked her if they did, nor she them.
They're lucky I'm not queen--I would have sent the guards out to clear out the lot of them, and let the crowns fall where they may. What ever happened to the stiff upper lip?
The thing I most hold against Elizabeth is her giving birth to that royal ninny, Prince Chuck, whose greatest aspiration was to be a tampon. But right after that is the speech she gave to the multitudes about Diana, a revolting mix of cheap sentiment and platitudes. Clearly she loathed Diana and delivered the speech grudgingly. If Tony Blair forced her to deliver the speech, then he is a humbug.
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