“A nation of shopkeepers. Small firms. Some people meant that as an insult, my father thought differently. Small firms like the ones of my father.”

I liked the Iron Lady movie. Not only because something has always fascinated me about Thatcher. And because I have always loved Meryl Streep. No, there was a true surprise in this movie. There was (almost) no Iron Lady, but an Old, traditional, lady that cleans dishes, shops for milk, cleans her husband’s jacket. The Iron Lady is somewhere else, left in the books of history, the autobiographies, the tv archives, and in all the corners of a country that was for ever changed by a Prime minister that “refused to change course” because she was taught to leave a trace in history.

The Iron Lady and the Old Lady cross rarely in this movie, a divide that creates both a sense of history and humanity. However when they cross each other, like in this wonderful scene, you see the divine sparkle in all humans, you see the Achilles’ and Ulysses’ that is in us, the flame that might burn to become a wild fire in a tragic but noble attempt to be, at least for a moment, larger than life.

“Watch your thoughts, for they become words. Watch your words, for they become actions. Watch your actions, for they become…habits. Watch your habits, for they become your character. And watch your character, for it becomes your destiny! What we think we become. My father always said that, and I think I am fine.”