Tonight, after dining on a couple of six inch Subways, Wifey and I made our way to one of the swankier of the movie joints this town has to offer, and plopped ourselves down into the leather seated VIP theater to watch The Iron Lady.
That’s right. TharpSter watched Meryl Streep on the big screen.
I’m pretty sure my virginity is still intact where seeing the daminozide princess on the big screen is concerned.
Holy cow. Where did that 20 year old reference to Streep’s activism come from?
What are we doing to our children?
What a buncha Streep.
Not to be confused with Buncha Crunch. That stuff was pretty good and gave me the sugar surge I perceived I needed to watch a Streep flick on the silver screen.
Big picture (pun possibly intended), the film was good. In essence , it followed the public / political career of former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher.
Without putting tongue in cheek, I can honestly say she was quite a sweetheart.
My personal knowledge of Thatcher came on at a time when I was but a teenager and relatively unschooled in the ways of a conservative. I knew she had something in those pearls she always wore, but I didn’t know or fully understand what it was at the time.
It was interesting for me to sit there and watch her deal with the issues of her time; that being deficit spending, class warfare, unionized labor, and terrorism. As I watched it, I marveled at the fact that history is quite insistent on repeating itself.
Thatcher’s role as a “statesman” portrayed in this film was enough to give any conservative worth their salt not only a platform to stand on, but also a Chris Matthews-like tingle up the leg. It also drove home the fact that being a bold conservative is the best type of conservative to be.
Sadly, there were two things I didn’t like about being in that theater.
First of all, the film spent a good portion of it’s time on the life of Thatcher after the passing of her husband (played by that guy who played Slughorn in the Harry Potter flicks). Her handlers strive to keep her firmly ensconced in the blue pill world of the matrix, and keep the issues of the day out of her hands. At the same time, Thatcher is continually haunted by the memory of her late husband. She converses with him often, and ultimately must get past his memory in order to remove his clothing and other belongings from her home.
That part sucked and I’ll tell you why.
The film is called The Iron Lady. It’s about the first female Prime Minister of Great Britain. She did some amazing things in her tenure and partnered with Reagan in bringing an end to the Cold War. If I really wanted to watch a movie about the ravages of what I’m assuming is Alzheimer’s or some other dementia, I would have requested two tickets to see “Thatcher: The Post Iron Lady Years”.
Generally speaking, I consider the portrayal of any public figure in their waning years as a mere shadow of their former selves to be in poor taste.
It just ain’t right.
I don’t know the motivation behind it where Thatcher is concerned, so I can only guess why producers did it in The Iron Lady.
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I mentioned two things I didn’t like.
The other item which caused my pyloric valve to spaz a little was a large lobby display of a movie coming out later this year.
I won’t give a whole lot of detail save for three items:
- 21 Jump Street
- Johah Hill
- Johnny Depp – cameo
What a buncha Streep.
