The Margaret Thatcher biopic was our treat for Wednesday movie night, in glorious BluRay and hard-of-hearing subtitles, and I must say I wasn't disappointed. Unlike my friend Father Rutler (see below), I wasn't the least bit annoyed by the presence of the ghost of Denis Thatcher, who I think lends an artistic poignancy to the modern part of the ( Read more... )

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