I have little interest in and/or knowledge of the British royal family, so it came as a slight surprise to find The Queen quite so engrossing. Stephen Frears has rather eclectic tastes, from the critically acclaimed Dangerous Liaisons (which bored me to tears) to the adaptation of Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity, one of my favourite all time romantic comedies. Here he shows his phenomenal talent for somehow making a film about people talking quietly spellbinding.
Rather than a traditional life and times biopic (she is, after all, still with us), The Queen chooses to focus on a much shorter timeframe (similar to the bulk of Walk the Line) being the week after Princess Diana’s death. It’s a curious affair of manners really, as the royals’ response to the period of mourning is much different to that of the general public, and the complexity that lies in such a subtle difference of opinion is stunning.
The scenery is of course beautiful, from the palatial interiors to the private hunting grounds, and overall it’s incredible just how involving such an understated film can be, and a credit to both Peter Morgan’s writing and Frears’ direction.
The Queen’s position in society is such a fascinating phenomenon. A relic of an archaic system, after watching the film I’m still not clear on what she actually does. It seems that in ‘serving her people’ she has the rather auspicious task of being someone they look up to, someone to be in awe of, and someone to trust. But it seems they can be just as quick to turn if she makes a decision they can’t respect. Such a position of power and responsibility is brilliantly examined in The Queen.