Punished myself by watching this so you don't have to:





He doesn't ask her a single challenging question. A bit of cod psychology asking about her first childhood memories and tying in the sense of 'wonder' little Maggie got from looking at the world outside her pram to her later forays into chemistry and working in a plastics factory. He lets her bang on about a supposed meritocracy which allowed her to rise through the ranks without pointing out that this is an impossibility for most people, or that her policies of attacking the working class & unions made it less likely that most people would be able to claw themselves out of the hole she shoved them into. And then there's a bunch of jingoistic sh!te about the Falklands, the heavy burden of responsibility, knowing that young people will die because of your orders, the difficulty of switching from a war footing to peacetime decision-making. Not a single question about whether the war was justified, or whether she only launched it to save her career. Otherwise he gets a tour of Downing Street, all the 'pictures' Thatcher had put up (they looked like 'paintings' to me, but what do I know...), a few silverware trinkets, a few historic figures looking down from portraits and busts.

Nothing punctured the robotic insincerity and alienated verbiage she was spouting, and he followed her around like a dutiful servant, not a word out of place. Another one of the 'wets' that Thatcher liked to surround herself with.

Bleh.
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