Last week I did what I occasionally enjoy doing – I went to the pictures. That noun, in itself, places me in my time and generation, so for ‘pictures’ read ‘cinema’. There is something in the large screen which inclusive, all-enveloping and in which it is possible to get lost. The fact that I go only occasionally is because films appropriate to my generation are rarely made nowadays. For the most part, they are violent, explicit, in-your-face and leave little to the imagination. But then, just to prove that it can still be done, along comes films of the calibre of ‘The Iron Lady’, in which the wonderful Meryl Streep plays Margaret Thatcher.
