10 Years of ‘Margaret’

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“I’m not fucking dramatising anything! I was there, and you weren’t, and if I happen to express myself a little hyperbolically, Emily, that’s just the way I talk. I can’t help it if my mother’s an actress. Why are you being so fucking strident?”

This outburst, screamed at a grieving adult two-thirds of the way into Margaret, is neatly reflective of both a relatable “nobody understands me!” teenager and the stark arrogance of a girl who has never once apologised for her behaviour. Such is the brilliance of the film, in which the epic and the everyday are packaged into…

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