It is honour enough to be played by Meryl Streep, the world's best actress. No complaints about seeing Maggie portrayed as forgetful and vulnerable. It was actually the only way of making the film work. I imagine most widows who had been fond of their husbands would be in floods of tears throughout most of the film.
See it, especially if you hate her.
Does anyone wonder where it was in London where Maggie went to buy a pint of milk? It is very far from Eton Terrace (which is where she now lives, I believe) from the look of things!
When bundled off to see the doctor, he asked her how she was feeling.
Why do people keep obsessing about feelings these days, she demanded. "Why does everyone ask me how I am feeling but never what I am thinking?"
“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”
What are the thoughts, words, actions, habits and character of the British?
Cowardice, hypocrisy, denial, disgrace, extinction.
She made mistakes, but she never said she was perfect, and no one expected her to be, not even her own party.
She never wanted power for its own sake, and she stood in the Conservative leadership election because she wanted to "nip at the heels" of the consensualist Heathites who were always prepared to to roll over and give concessions the moment they encountered an obstacle. She was lower middle class, while the Tory toffs born with their silver spoons in their mouths had everything handed them on to a plate. They felt guilty just for existing while she, lower middle class, had to fight for everything she had, and, no, she didn't feel guilty at all.
I think those of us who love Maggie love her for only this reason: when she was Prime Minister, it was not yet shameful to be British.
To be loved, one must not fear to be hated.
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Beautifully put!
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