Accompainied by piercingly screechy instruments and vocals, much of the birthday party involved complex bowing by her son the King who was throwing the bash for his mum. He would just return to his seat after giving his mum the tea, when the director would tell him to get up again and bow (eg: King J will now perform the mamama for Her Majesty). A lot of it also revolved around doing speaches, chants and very slow dancing to promote the youthfulness and longevity of life of the Queen; I think it would have done her better to go and take a walk outside. It would certainly have improved my health to get out instead of sitting watching it.
I kept waiting for them to poison the old woman - maybe in her tea. When her son took a sip before giving it to her (presumably to prove that it wasn't poisoned) and had a small smirk on his face, I expected him to start chuckling, leap up and yell "iocane powder!!" Or maybe ninjas would come out and assasinate her and her son (whom she never thanked for her birthday bash, the ingrate).
But, alas. No such plot ensued. At one stage the King stacked it, though! That was the most exciting part; a regular action sequence compared to the rest of it.
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