I saw this film in December. It’s taken me so long to pluck up the courage and write this review. So, here we go.

Seeing Lady Bird felt as though I had been yanked from my skin and put on display. Or the world had just seen me naked and there’s no going back now. I can go on for a lifetime when it comes to how much this movie resonated with me, but I’m sure by now this is…

I’m a poet, it’s so rare that I come out of most things unscathed. I make much of small things and have an overwhelming sense of emotions that will ail me until my dying day. But this film woke a variety of senses in me that I, by some odd miracle, never knew I obtained. 

This film, and story overall, is an awakening experience. It’s all things profound but subtle, sweet desperation, complex, and love of all loves. The archetype…