Last night Hubby and I watched the Margaret Thatcher Biopic, The Iron Lady. I hadn’t seen any reviews on this movie and I was more focused on Meryl Streep’s portrayal of the powerful former British Prime Minister. But a few minutes into the movie tears were rolling down my face. And I cried through till the end.
Now, Margaret Thatcher is possibly thee most hated british prime minister of all time. Her domestic and international policies caused many regular folks a great deal of pain and suffering. Some of which is still being felt to this day. So why was I crying? This movie is not so much about Margaret Thatcher the ‘Iron Lady’, although it does tell that side of her story, but more about the frail old woman living with Alzheimer’s.
Streep’s portrayal of M. T., as Dennis called her, is phenomenal. She brings us right into the confusion, loneliness, fear, and frustration of this horrible illness with such depth it’s heart-breaking. Hence the tears. The flashbacks of the young Margaret and Dennis are particularly touching. Because they show an innocence and tenderness not associated with the name Margaret Thatcher. While the, at times humorous, hallucinations of her dead husband are insightful. They made me wonder about my own mother’s battle. Is this the sort of thing she’s dealing with? What is replaying in her mind. Sadly we’ll never know.
If you haven’t seen this movie I’d urge you not to miss it. Meryl Streep was Margaret Thatcher, but more than that she was a little of everyone struggling with Alzheimer’s.