Principally an investigation into the trading of illegal hormones in the beef industry, Bullhead drags the viewer into the dark mafia underworld where power and greed are creating a moral maze. But this film is mainly about one man’s wounded masculinity and his struggle for acceptance by both sexes. The film was nominated for a Best Foreign Language Oscar last year, and was beaten by Iran’s A Separation , but has only just been released into UK cinemas.
This month sees the release of Thatcher-fest The Iron Lady, much to the chagrin of David Cameron, and rather than being what we all want it to be – a cross between Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man and Ted Hughes’ not-quite-as-good-as-Iron-Giant-but-still-pretty-good The Iron Woman – it is, in fact, another boring, by the numbers, Oscar hounding biopic, no different to any that have come before. Sigh, does the biopic genre show that the film industry is running out of ideas?
This week saw us get our first glimpse of Meryl Streep as Margaret Thatcher in The Iron Lady, made almost unrecognisable (except as Margaret Thatcher, but we suspect that may have been the point) with coiffed hair, pearls and all. But the question is: should a film about such a divisive figure be made at all? And, what with the Susan Boyle biopic firmly in the works, how low is the bar being set for biopics?