All movies are fantasies, right? Coming of age movies are the fantasy of being able to relive our formative years and apply the knowledge we have as adults. This might not be a groundbreaking insight. I'm just so glad Gerwig's adult knowledge is her ability to be generous toward all the characters around Lady Bird. Think of how many mediocre coming of age stories can't look beyond the wants and needs of their protagonists. Now think again.
I haven't hated a movie quite this much in a long time. This is unbearably dour, grim, self-serious. This is supposed to be a summer movie? It's like watching Schindler's List starring a bunch of apes. Don't mistake joylessness for relevance. Don't mistake seriousness for having something to say. This is the opposite of good cinema. Repugnant.