by Alejandra Gonzalez
When Patrick asked us which movies we were thankful for, I didn’t think twice about my answer. I’ve had a stubborn and permanent list of favorites for as long as I can remember, and every new movie I love just makes the list longer but never really changes it. On Friday, the impossible happened when I left the theater misty eyed and speechless after having seen Lady Bird on its opening night in Miami, my new favorite movie. I knew it would resonate with me but had no idea it’d feel like Greta Gerwig took a gander at exact moments in my memory and collected them into a beautiful sequence for the entire world to see. I always wondered if watching a perfect movie was something I’d live to achieve, and this week, I am thankful to be able to say that I did.
Lady Bird is so intimately visceral that it forces us to revisit the parts of our adolescence that are so embarrassing or painful that we’ve repressed them. I’ve never had a good relationship with my mom, or with anybody in my family, or even with myself. I’m sure much like many of you, I spent so much of my adolescence plowing through hobbies, groups of friends, and even hair colors like Christine’s in an effort to find my independence and reason for being here. I still do. What’s interesting is that I always felt so alone in that journey and didn’t realize that every single person surrounding me was embarking on their own. I wish I could have told myself that.
I think what I enjoyed the most about the movie (besides how insanely funny it was) was that it gave everybody in it their own realities independent of their relationship to the main character. It humanized her mom, showing us what she’s like when she’s alone and not at home taking on the role of mother and wife. It showed us the kinds of problems her father (Tracy Letts) has, and the responsibilities her brother (Jordan Rodrigues) had to adopt as the oldest son in the family. It made every character involved a real human as opposed to an extra. It proved that although Christine felt she was going through things on her own, so did everybody else. Still, it didn’t make any of their concerns or feelings less valid because, while relatable, their experiences were their own and unique to their story.