If Meryl doesn't win this year, there is no justice and the Oscars are a big colossal joke. OK, that's my gauntlet. I already suspect (and half know) the Oscars are a big joke, but if Meryl wins, I shelve my suspicions for another year.
This movie is not perfect - far from it. The editing is odd, there are unusual closeups and fadeouts and weird breaches of narrative. Nevertheless, none of that matters. There is no one better than La Streep. Sometimes I think, what about Judi Dench or Cate Blanchett or Helen Mirren? Nope, sorry gals. I love you all, but you're not Meryl. I sometimes forget that, but refreshing my memory is only a movie away. Whether playing Julia Child or a devil in Prada, Streep is better than everyone else out there.
Here she plays Margaret Thatcher, and it's hard to even see Meryl for most of the movie. All you see is Margaret. Pick up Capote and watch the difference between good acting and Meryl Streep. Phillip Seymour Hoffman is great as Capote, but you still see him in the role. I thought, what a great job imitating Capote. (And I wanted Heath Ledger to win for Brokeback, so there you go.) That is not the way with this film. I felt that I was watching a documentary. From the mannerisms to the voice, Meryl is not just Margaret Thatcher, but a very old woman living in her memories.
Everyone else is fantastic too - Jim Broadbent and Alexandra Roach in particular.
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