Really fine acting by Firth and Pearce, who hold your attention when they are on screen, as well as by Bonham Carter (although her role is limited to the always sympathetic and supportive wife; not much depth or complexity there). There are hints that George the Vth was a harsh father, a cold, unsympathetic mother, and an older brother a bit of a cad, a stern, cold mother -- all probably causes of the stutter. Toward the end the story descends into a rather nationalistic fervor, the nation unified around the new king because he can finally give a public speech. Perhaps that appeals to some Americans these days of harsh political division, but it rather deflates the movie itself.
Imitation Almodovar. Believable motivation for the characters was lacking. The artist Latin lover (Javier Bardem) likes Vicki and Cristina because they have "beautiful faces." They like him because . . . not sure why (they weren't sure why either). Even with the energetic input of Penelope Cruz halfway through, the situations and scenes became boringly repetitious. the "challenge" to "ordinary social life" was vapid, the satire of their ways amusing but hardly acerbic, never plumbing the depths of their priveleged ways. A 1hr 36 min. film seemed long. Allen is no Almodovar.