Tuesday, 15 November 2011

No, no, no

I won't be going to see the new film about Margaret Thatcher when it's released in the New Year.  You need a pretty strong stomach just to watch the trailer.

The plot seems to have been pulled straight off the Hollywood shelf: grocer's daughter from small town braves male chauvinism to reach the top.  The producers claim that the film is a "compelling story of ..a woman who smashed through the barriers of gender and class to be heard in a male-dominated world." No mention obviously of the millions of lives smashed apart as a result, from the miners, printers, steelworkers and dockers thrown out of work to the hundreds of thousands of young people with no hope of ever finding a job. 

As we return to recession and mass unemployment under the Tories, young people who see the film might at least learn who was responsible for creating the dog-eat-dog society they now have to live in, hopefully just in time to celebrate Thatcher's death with the rest of us. I've had a bottle of champagne on standby for months now...

1 comment:

  1. They'll need to bury Thatcher under a club dance floor. So many will want to dance on her grave.