There’s one reason to see this film: Meryl Streep. The Iron Lady follows Britain’s Margaret Thatcher from aspiring politician to political powerhouse, from loving wife to grieving widow. Streep brings to this range of life experience her power to move one with the slightest tilt of her head, to convey inner experience with the minuscule shift of the direction of her eyes. By the end of the film, one feels one has been enlarged and touched by the depth with which one has shared the full life of another human being from the inside. We feel we know what it felt like. That makes the movie a great pleasure to experience.
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This movie weaves between two stories, one from the past and one current. The good part lets us in on Julia Child’s early years in Paris, her ecstatic discoveries of French food, the pleasures of the good life she shared with her husband, and how she became a chef and author. Julia, her husband, played with touching warmth by Anthony Tucci, Paris, the food all look wonderful. Meryl Streep captures Julia’s flighty, deep, tony voice, her bulky occupation of space that goes hand in hand with her alarming and amusing clumsiness, and her perseverance. Julia Child lives before our eyes in that fascinating fluctuation of yes it’s her but after all it can’t be like watching Philip Seymour Hoffman as Capote or David Strathaim as Edward R. Murrow in Good Night, and Good Luck.