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Earlier this week, I had the misfortune of watching Meryl Streep’s “The Iron Lady”. Harvey Weinstein must have given it this title due to its constant theme that she was cold, stupid and ambitious. Before we begin, this site has endeavored to give accurate and unbiased film reviews in the past, and will do so again. However, this film earns every ounce of denunciation.
The Iron Lady is a biopic of the great Prime Minister of Britain, Margaret Thatcher. Thatcher and her leadership of the conservative party in Britain played a vital role in returning the country to growth and prosperity in the 80′s. She also played a pivotal part in standing up to communism in the 1980′s.
But that wasn’t what the movie was about. The movie starts off with an elderly Thatcher living alone with dementia. I wish I could say it moved on from this theme, but the entire film was about Thatcher’s dementia and merely peppered in moments of her life.
Her younger days were portrayed the same as her golden years. The film flashbacked to a time when she was insecure as a young girl, which presumably pushed her into politics. The film flashed to a sequence where she was fiscally irresponsible leading to a war, a scene where she placed career ambition in front of family, a sequence where her children chased her car down the driveway beating on the windows and screaming as she left for her first trip to Parliament, as if she had not even told them she was departing. Then there was the sequence outlining her defeat, which the film implied she deserved. The movie portrayed her as cold and short-sighted when she was young and crazy when she was old.
There was little mention of her leadership skills, her partnership with Ronald Reagan to kill communism and her fiscal responsibility. There were numerous shots of rioting anarchists burning buildings and vehicles in protest of her leadership. Yet, there was not one shot of her supporters. Not one frame demonstrating how much Britain loved her.
This was a hit piece properly done. It wasn’t necessarily filled with mis-truths, but it successfully painted a portrait of the darkest points and acts in one woman’s life while intentionally avoiding the vast positive impact she left on the world. It was, as Thatcher’s children called the film a “left-wing fantasy.”
The movie left me feeling down that anyone would set out to tarnish the legacy of such a great leader in such a bold and in-your-face style. They didn’t even try to hide their bias. It was a shameful film. Near the end, I was forced to turn it off because the focus on the sickness of an elderly lady was too much for me. Thus, I cannot recommend this film and only wish I could receive my $1.26 back from the redbox.
Please, don’t let my agony be in vain.