Lyd’s review published on Letterboxd:
Something about leaving home in order to realize how much you appreciate it is relevant to me right now.
The Jenna/Kyle bit still kinda bugs me, but the last five minutes and the whole mother daughter arc are wonderful.
The problem with declaring this as a masterpiece is: I want Lady Bird to represent me so bad. We have that fire and that ambition in common. However, her entitled mentality and emotional immaturity really are beyond frustrating. At times I wanted to yell at her to just apply herself a little more, to just be a little more patient. It’s probably fair, in the end, that her imperfect self -a semi-challenged- protaganist led the film, even if I can’t embrace everything she stands for.
HOWEVER the script was right in the sweet spot. I could almost feel Greta speaking directly to me, and I’m grateful for that.
