The Iron Lady shows some rust

Margaret Thatcher biopic The Iron Lady arrives already bruised by fair criticism from across the pond; supporters who find it presumptuous the filmmakers show the former British Prime Minister struggling with loneliness and senility in her twilight years, detractors who think the portrait is too compassionate of someone who lacked that very quality while in public office. One assumes Thatcher herself would disapprove, since she was big on people showing what they were worth by their actions. In The Iron Lady, we get only an impressionistic sense of what she accomplished as the polarizing PM, with too much time spent on her private, later life, too little on her work. What no one's debating is the quality of the performance, another tour de force from Meryl Streep. May as well give her the Oscar now.