As a fictional work about a woman suffering from dementia looking back at her fight to make it in a man’s word, this would have been interesting and sympathetic. But it’s a film about Margaret Thatcher. The Margaret Thatcher who destroyed the mining and steel industries. The Margaret Thatcher who made millions unemployed, brushing the resulting social unrest off with glib remarks about individual responsibility. Yes, Meryl Streep is great and yes, there is more to a person than their politics. But it beggars belief that a biography could be made about Thatcher in which her deep social impact is reduced to a few scenes of angry men waving signs.
Like: A remake of Twister focusing on the destructive tornado’s personal struggles.
Core truth: It’s been a hard life for Maggie.