I finally chanced upon the rerun of the 83rd Academy Awards on Star World tonight, just in time to catch Sandra Bullock announce Colin Firth as this year’s Best Actor for his work in The King’s Speech.
From his acceptance speech, it’s easy to see why he was cast for the lead role. His own humble, if unintentionally awkward, wit and humor are so disarming that he fits into the role of the stuttering Prince Albert whose brother’s sudden abdication from the throne tossed him into the public eye as King George VI.
His Oscar acceptance speech is now officially my favorite, and a reminder of why I fell in love with him when I first saw him in Bridget Jones’s Diary.
I have a feeling my career has just peaked. My deepest thanks to the Academy. I’m afraid I have to warn you that I’m experiencing stirrings, somewhere in the upper abdominals which are threatening to form themselves into dance moves. Joyous as they may be for me, it would be extremely problematic if they make it to my legs before I get off stage.
So I’m going to do my best to be brief with my gratitude, first for being on this extraordinary list of fellow nominees — something quite formidable and possibly the greatest honor of this. All the crew and my fellow cast members, those who are not here, and those who are — Geoffrey, Helena, and Guy, whose virtuosity made it very very difficult for me to be as bad as I was planning to be. And David Seidler whose own struggles have given so many people the benefit of his very beautiful voice and Tom Hooper for the immense courage and clear sightedness with which he interpreted that. The men who finessed this to the screen — Gareth, Emile, Iain, Xavier, and of course, Harvey, who first took me on 20 years ago when I was a mere child sensation.
And all the people who have been rooting for me back home. Also Jessica Kolstad, my friend, Paul Lyon-Maris, and Chris Andrews for bearing with me through some of the less fortunate moments as well as the good ones, and my very fortunate friendship with Tom Ford to whom I owe a very big piece of this. And to the Anglo-Italian-American-Canadian axis, which makes up my family and Livia for putting up with my fleeting delusions of royalty and who I hold responsible for this and for really everything that’s good that’s happened since I met her. Now if you’ll all excuse me, I have some impulses I have to tend to backstage. Thank you very much.