I finally watched Lady Bird and it was not at all what I was expecting, a lot more loose and free flowing stream of consciousness that felt real and raw and lived. Almost like the story was taken from the final pages of a diary that had been packed away and forgotten. I really enjoyed it, though I did feel the ending was a bit rushed and lacking. I would have liked to see more of a concrete resolution between a couple characters but honestly with how the rest of the narrative played out I think I’m fine with it in the end.
I write this with a trembling trepidation of the angry mob that may gather to rip me apart limb by limb for my sinful opinions but yet I must push forward anyway. This movie and character of Paddington was sold to me by so many as being the savior of cinema. But rather much like the marmalade of Paddington’s obsession, this movie felt sticky, messy, and too sickeningly sweet for its own good.
The film seems to have trouble finding…