"The Iron Lady" by Phyllida Lloyd. With Meryl Streep and Jim Broadbent. It lasts 1h45'. We see the rusty iron Lady, bent by widowhood and senile dementia. Help, the film avoids the transmission of a powerful political parable, public and takes refuge in the private of Margaret Thatcher. She née Roberts, daughter of a grocer (now XNUMX years old). A woman who made herself. The subject adds softening – and abounds – to fragments of rough speeches, expression of a very demanding leadership. Little sober. Guess who's wearing the pants, between wife and husband Denis? Escape the desire to attend yet another proof of Meryl Streep's skill.
English production distributed by Bim. So far it has collected 849 thousand euros in Italy. In the world 32 million.
Advised: to those who regret not having thanked you enough, Mrs Thatcher.
Not recommended: to those who no longer tolerate the biopic (biographical film), by dint of a horse cure of viale Mazzini, based on Rai hagiographic fiction.
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