Don’t get me wrong–when I think of Meryl Streep in The Iron Lady, sporting a huge, straw-blonde wig and Austin Powers teeth, I can hear trumpets and an angelic choir. It’s as close to heaven as I’m going to get. However it’s understandable that those directly related to the Margaret Thatcher legacy might take a more stringent view of the high-budget biopic.Whether their concern centers around Streep’s portrayal (acclaimed), the script’s imaginative treatment of the Thatcher story (they’re calling it fiction, when they’re not calling it whitewashed), or the way in which the film portrays Thatcher’s onset of dementia (supposedly sensitive), is unclear. All we know is that, when invited to a private screening of The Iron Lady by the film’s director, Phyllida Lloyd, the Thatcher family politely declined. Is it a case of political disagreement, or glossy libel? Whether or not the members of the Thatcher family are sharpening their claws for retaliation (doubtful) it will be interesting to see, as the weeks wear on and the film is widely released, just what the backlash will be. I have my suspicions that the Thatcher’s disapproval will be the least of Lloyd’s worries.