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Lady Bird movie review: flights of adolescent angsty (#LFF2017)

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MaryAnn’s quick take…
An emotional feast full of humor and pathos about the audacity, the wonder, the horror that is female adolescence. Beautiful, bittersweet, and very generous.tweet
I’m “biast” (pro): I am desperate for movies about girls and women; love Ronan and Gerwig
I’m “biast” (con): nothing
(what is this about? see my critic’s minifesto)

Herewith the single authentic movie about being a teenaged girl that our male-dominated entertainment sphere has begun to begrudgingly allow us annually. Last year’s was The Edge of Seventeen; 2015’s was The Diary of a Teenage Girl. Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird is like those films, in that it is an emotional feast about the audacity and the wonder and the horror that is female adolescence the likes of which we oh-so rarely get to see onscreen. It is a nightmare and an adventure that will resonant with all girls and women at least in its broad strokes. (If boys and men would like to begin to understand what life is like for girls and women, they could do worse than to watch these films, pay attention, and believe them.) Lady Bird is also as unlike those films as every teenaged girl is from every other teenaged girl. This isn’t the same movie again. It is magnificently unique while also being all-encompassingly universal. This is a rare cinematic achievement.

“I’m 18 and my entire life is a disaster, but no, everything is absolutely fine. Why do you ask?”

“I’m 18 and my entire life is a disaster, but no, everything is absolutely fine. Why do you ask?”

(Umpteen samey movies about teenaged boys have trained us to expect new movies to feel like reruns, and they often do. Maybe the lesson here isn’t only that we need lots more movies about girls and women but also lots fewer movies about boys and men. Lots fewer movies overall. There are too many movies for most of them to feel like they have something new to say or at least the same old thing to say in a fresh and entertaining way. Maybe let’s slow down the pace a little?)

If this is our one shot this year, thank the gods and Gerwig that Lady Bird is the glory that it is: so smart, wise, funny, and perceptive that it left me happy-sobbing and feeling like Gerwig had seen straight through me and knows me. (Obviously she and I are meant to be new best friends.) Her debut as solo writer and solo director — she has collaborated in both arenas before, most recently cowriting Mistress America and Frances Ha — is clearly autobiographical in its details, which is probably why this all feels so palpably real and honest and why it has a ring of truth that keeps ringing even if your details are wildly different (as mine are).

Lady Bird left me happy-sobbing and feeling like Greta Gerwig had seen straight through me and knows me.
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Like Gerwig, high-school senior Christine McPherson (Saoirse Ronan: Brooklyn, The Grand Budapest Hotel) lives in Sacramento and attends Catholic school. The year is 2002, which makes Christine just a few years younger than Gerwig, but which also compounds Christine’s usually adolescent woes by setting her story in the post-9/11 economic downturn. Her dad (Tracy Letts: The Big Short, U.S. Marshals) has lost his job, which leaves Mom (Laurie Metcalf: Toy Story 3, Stop-Loss), a nurse, struggling to support the family. They live literally on the wrong side of the tracks, and while they’re not exactly poor, it sometimes seems that way to Christine, whose ache for a more comfortable life will get her into a bit of trouble. Gerwig finds as much humor as pathos in Christine’s longings (her “favorite Sunday activity” with Mom zings with absurdity and aspiration), which extend to wanting to get the hell out of dull Sacramento — “it’s the Midwest of California,” she laments — and into college somewhere singing with art and culture, like New York. She’s not a very enthusiastic student, though…

Everything about Lady Bird, in fact, is about looking back at the painful process of growing up with a mix of affection and exasperation. Ronan, who is only a few years older than Christine, molds her into a wonderful mess, fiercely proud and determined and also maddening with it, because her yearning to be true to herself and to sculpt her own identity keeps bumping into the complication that she simply has no idea who she is yet. She’s flailing around trying everything, just to see where it goes, which often means she ends up acting in ways that are thoughtless and cruel, that hurt people who don’t deserve it. She auditions different boyfriends: theater geek Danny (Lucas Hedges: Anesthesia, Kill the Messenger), too-cool musician Kyle (Timothée Chalamet: Love the Coopers, Interstellar). She trades in her funky best friend Julie (Beanie Feldstein: Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising) for popular Barbie doll Jenna (Odeya Rush: Goosebumps, The Giver). She even renames herself “Lady Bird” just because it sounds intriguing and mysterious. I’m not sure even she knows what it’s supposed to mean beyond that.

Is it a bad sign when you and your mom both agree on a prom dress?

Is it a bad sign when you and your mom both agree on a prom dress?

All that is overshadowed by the primary concern of many a teenaged girl’s life: her relationship with her mother. Christine both craves her mother’s approval and cannot wait to get out from under Mom’s wing; Metcalf is marvelous as a woman going through her own push-and-pull with her daughter. Gerwig absolutely nails the mother-daughter roller coaster, the arguments about nothing that instantly morph into bonding over something silly, and vice versa. It might be the best thing about the film, the most generous aspect of a movie that is already very generous and forgiving of all its characters’ flawed humanity.

A teenaged howl of grief and frustration. A fond memory from the future perch of hindsightful adulthood. Lady Bird is a beautiful and bittersweet snapshot of the awful journey that is adolescence, the one that forces us onto the mysterious road to adulthood without a map, without directions, and without a clue. How are you supposed to get somewhere that you don’t even know where it is? And how does it all seem to end up working out okay once you’re there?

‘Lady Bird’ was the Surprise Film at the 61st BFI London Film Festival


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Lady Bird (2017) | directed by Greta Gerwig
US/Can release: Nov 03 2017
UK/Ire release: Feb 16 2018

MPAA: rated R for language, sexual content, brief graphic nudity and teen partying
BBFC: not yet rated

viewed at a public multiplex screening

official site | IMDb | trailer
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  • Furiosa

    Is the character named Christine or Catherine?

    Definitely want to see this movie!

  • X LevI

    Lady Bird is Christine. Where did Catherine come from?
    Excellent review.

  • joone

    It’s a subtle jab at Saoirse Ronan, who’s known to mispronounce her own name.

  • Danielm80

    I’ve read this comment several times, and, at the risk of sounding foolish, I have to admit that I’m still baffled by it. I assume it’s a joke I’m not getting, but just in case it’s not, I’ll say: Citation needed.

  • Bluejay

    If there’s one thing in this world that I think a person should have total and absolute authority over, it’s the pronunciation of their own name. However Saoirse Ronan wishes to say her own name is the correct way to pronounce her name, even if it’s said differently by most people or even other people with the same name.

    I know a few Sophias, one of whom pronounces her name “So-FYE-a,” and why not? That’s the right way to say her name, even if it’s “So-FEE-a” everywhere else.

  • Where did Catherine come from?

    I don’t know. Brain fart, I guess. It’s fixed now.

  • Her name is Christine. I don’t know how I got onto Catherine. It’s fixed now.

  • Love the video at that link. True story: I was acquainted with Saoirse’s dad, Paul, in New York: we both moved in the same small Irish theater community in the Bronx. I remember when he and his wife had a baby, and I remembering seeing the baby in the cafe where we all hung out. That would have been Saoirse. I also remember when Paul and his family moved back to Ireland and we were all bummed because he was kinda like the big fish in our little pond. :-)

  • amanohyo

    If you have the chance and the time, this makes a fantastic universal coming of age double feature with The Florida Project. Both films feature deeply flawed, impulsive female protagonists who feel they’re being crushed by mean circumstances within their respective classes – both feature attempts to escape into an idealistic, ultimately hollow fantasy-land. To repeat a point in the review, just like Grandma from a couple years back – both have meandering plots that would feel tired and formulaic if they were centered on typical father/son relationships, but feel fresh and exciting with multiple female leads. So if you’re all superheroed out, or like me you feel icky handing more dollars to WB and/or Disney, please give one or ideally both of these a shot.

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