Film

The Iron Lady

Name: The Iron Lady
Genre: History, Drama
Released: 2011
Cast: Meryl Streep, Jim Broadbent, Olivia Colman, Roger Allam, Susan Brown

The Iron Lady is less a political record than a character study built from memory and myth. It intercuts Margaret Thatcher's rise with the fog of her final years, treating power as something that costs more than it gives. Streep's transformation carries a fractured, impressionistic structure — this is for viewers interested in psychology and decline over policy detail.

TMDb rating

6.3

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