Last night we went to see "A király beszéde", "The King's Speech" to non-Hungarian speakers.
And last night, like at the Showroom, we met someone we knew in the bar, Angela and Jack, American friends made through the North American Women's Association.
And we really enjoyed the film. Great drama, great performances and a fascinating story, the personal struggle set against the developing political struggle in Europe. Most of the audience seemed to be young Hungarians, and they seemed to find much of it quite amusing, especially the 'fucks' and shits' used in the therapy.
Bertie's refusal to give in to his impediment moves along with Britain's refusal to give in to Nazi Germany, and I mused on what the Hungarian audience thought, given the country's role in the Second World War. But perhaps they didn't think about it at all, and that the issue was the result of my own indoctrination, growing up in post-war Britain on a diet of war anniversaries, films and histories.