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Article courtesy USA Today: There’s a cellphone ringing in the swanky Waldorf-Astoria suite where Meryl Streep is sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee. She gropes through her oversized bag, finds her iPhone and checks its screen in passing. “Agent! Maybe I have a job,” she chortles. So many superlatives have been heaped upon Streep that it’s tough to separate the living legend from the flesh-and-blood woman with the lightly mussed hair jonesing for some caffeine. There’s a sparkle to Streep, 62, an innate warmth and a goofy sense of humor. |
She wears the mantle of world’s greatest living actress lightly, apologizing when her dress gets askew and flashes a bit of skin, and admiring photos of your child before sighing that “it all goes so fast, so fast.” And, she’s quick to point out, there’s not a bounty of juicy roles for even her out there. “There aren’t that many movies around, available. There aren’t that many movies written that I could do. Sometimes they’ll take a villain’s part and turn it into a woman. There aren’t a lot of parts. There aren’t a lot of serious movies,” she says. “That’s all right. I like comedies, too.” But once in a great while comes a part so multidimensional, so delicious, so revelatory as to be irresistible. Such was the case with The Iron Lady, which stars Streep as Margaret Thatcher, the polarizing, controversial British prime minister who served from 1979 to 1990. Read the complete article at USA Today.
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