Six or seven hours ago I learned that The Iron Lady had screened for select Hollywood bloggers. Three or four hours ago In Contention‘s Kris Tapley posted his review (Meryl Streep good-great, movie mezzo-mezzo). And then Hollywood Reporter columnist Scott Feinberg posted the same opinion. And then along came Gold Derby‘s Tom O’Neil and Adam Waldowski with the old rama-lama-ding-dong. And then Deadline‘s Pete Hammond posted his Streep rave.
Streep, Streep, Streep, Streep, Streepah-lah-deep, deepah-lah-deep…Streep-peep-peep.
It was an honor and a delight not to be invited along with these guys. Thank you for not trusting me, Weinstein p.r. reps. I’m speechless. No, seriously…I’d very much appreciate being allowed to see The Iron Lady within the next few days. If it’s not too much trouble, I mean. Thank you.
Maybe this was punishment for writing that The Artist is a bit of a lightweight bauble, and that it doesn’t play as well the second time. Or maybe it’s a little slapdown or payback for being a King’s Speech hater last year. Except I never was a King’s Speech hater. I always said that film was all right, pretty good, not bad, nice, etc. What I hated was the idea of people saying it deserved the Best Picture Oscar more than The Social Network….that’s all.