Movie Review: The Iron Lady

Margaret Thatcher – a controversial figure. A hero to some, a villian to others. But none would argue that she was an incredibly influential Prime Minister, whether that influence was positive or negative is very much down to individual political opinion.

The Iron Lady charts Thatcher’s rise from daughter of a shop keeper to Prime Minister of the UK. The film uses a flashback mechanism that some have criticised, for me it worked very well. Let me get this out of the way now – this is not a political documentary. The flashbacks are often brief and the film jumps ahead frequently which some may find jolting. Thatcher’s dementia serves as the catalyst for these flashbacks. I found myself quite moved watching the old, frial Thatcher flashback to times when she was by all accounts incredibly powerful. The film has been criticised for using the illness of dementia to tell her story, however I felt it was handled very well and serves as a look at the struggle people, no matter who you are, have with such an awful illness.

At the heart of the film is Meryl Streep. She puts in easily the performance of her career. She is simply outstanding. At points I forgot I was watching an American actress and instead felt I was almost watching Thatcher herself. She’s THAT good. She’s backed up by an equally impressive support however she steals the show with ease.

A favourite scene of mine is actually the opening which see’s Thatcher out buying milk on her own, dressed as any other old lady in a shop manned by an asian gentleman blasting out bollywood style music – the look on her face when she realises a pint of milk is 49p is priceless.

Does it paint her in a good light? Yes. Will it change your opinion of her? No. Is it worth your money to see it? Absolutely.


4  tits out of 5




Single Review: Little Mix – Cannonball

So they won the X Factor. Probably deservedly on the night, but over the whole series, arguably not. Anyway, as is now customary any effort to release an original song is out the window and we are subjected to a cover version of what is a superb song. Why Damien Rice allowed this is anyone’s guess – does he have to give his explicit permission for a cover version to be released? You’d assume so.

Anyway, onto the song. It starts devoid of any music and is purely a vocal intro – this is great for the first line or two, but it continues with minimal music right up to a full minute and 50 seconds. I have to tell you, everytime I listen to it my finger is inches away from the skip button when it finally kicks into gear.

If you’ve heard the Damien Rice version you’ll be familiar with the emotion put into the lyrics when he sings them – don’t expect this with the Little Mix version, zero connection with the song it’s just banged out and that’s your lot. They have at least avoided the dreaded key change that seems to be inserted into every X Factor song, regardless of whether it needs one or not.

To be fair to them, it’s so distant from the original it does stand on its own as a decent version but it’s actually quite a weak winners single. It’ll naturally storm to No1 but alas that proves nothing – the test is in the next single.

As a sidenote, Marcus Collins’ performance of Cannonball on the night was significantly better.

2 Tits out of 5