It becomes a perfect film when you watch it sat next to your mum.
Even better the second time. Overjoyed to have enjoyed the richness of it again ahead of tonight’s Oscars. Even if it doesn’t win, I’ll go on happier just knowing it a little bit better.
This is an all-timer. It’s rich and hopeful, painful and strong, as it hits you with pangs of hypocrisy and love and ambition that you can only be so sure of when you’re so young.
It grows and welcomes you in, not giving too much away but leaving swelling and beautiful images of everything you’ve loved in your own life. And it gives you so much to love in Lady Bird’s, something that we’ll be lucky to have for the rest of our lives.
I have effortless love for all of the many tiny treasures in this film.