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“I WISH I could live through something.”

So sighs Christine McPherson, the spiky, moody, flawed and delightful protagonis­t of Lady Bird.

The movie takes its title from the name Christine (Saoirse Ronan) has bestowed upon herself during her senior year at a Catholic high school in Sacramento.

Everything’s terrible in Lady Bird’s life right now: her educationa­l prospects (she wants to go east but will probably end up at the local community college); her love life (it’s complicate­d in the pre-Facebook sense of the term); and especially her mother, whose daily doses of doubt, anxiety and engulfing unconditio­nal love put Lady

Bird in a fluster of head-spinning mixed messages.

As a funny, poignant dramatisat­ion of a year in the life of an American teenager, Lady Bird follows the usual coming-ofage arc of missteps, regrets and amusing reckonings. But in the hands of Greta Gerwig, who makes her solo writing and directing debut here, what might have been a by-the-numbers propositio­n turns out to be fizzily funny and wistfully affecting, a story whose familiar contours neverthele­ss contain something utterly original and revelatory.

Anyone who’s lived within the emotional cyclone known as adolescenc­e will recognise the vertiginou­s highs and lows of Lady Bird, which follows our heroine through a year that includes auditions for a Stephen Sondheim school musical, a romance with a sweet, gangly co-star (played by Lucas Hedges), a flirtation with a Howard Zinn-reading bad boy (Timothée Chalamet) and an ongoing battle royal with her mother and father (Tracy Letts) regarding the family’s straitened finances and her own angst and ambitions.

Ronan, the Irish actress who delivered such a delicate, gossamer-light performanc­e in Brooklyn, completely transforms herself here into an entitled American teenager circa 2003, when Dave Matthews, Alanis Morissette and clove cigarettes were retrocool.

Filmed on location in Gerwig’s home town of Sacramento, Lady Bird invokes the city’s other famous daughter, Joan Didion, right off the bat – a homage that informs a movie that feels like a fond look back and a final nail, simultaneo­usly.

Saoirse Ronan

There are moments that are wincingly painful to watch in the film, most involving the barely hidden agony of Marion, portrayed with a remarkable combinatio­n of grit, vulnerabil­ity and panicked concern by Metcalf. With a superb ear and eye for detail, combined with a whip-smart knack for structure and pacing, Gerwig captures the parts of life that are both banal and deeply hurtful, never betraying her characters with a wink to the audience that they’ll laugh about them later.

Joining the ranks of Elaine May and Nicole Holofcener, Gerwig keeps Lady Bird afloat with a steady stream of knowing humour – not only at the hands of its blissfully self-confident title character, but also thanks to her sweet best friend, Julie, played in a dazzling breakout performanc­e by Beanie Feldstein, whose name Gerwig might have had to invent had it not already come marquee-ready. The scenes of Lady Bird and Julie crying, giggling, fighting and dancing are chief among the myriad pleasures of Lady Bird, which looks and feels so natural that viewers might mistakenly think it was easy. This kind of spontaneit­y, honesty and humour – and performanc­es as focused and on-point as each one in the film – are anything but.

Lady Bird is a triumph of style, sensibilit­y and spirit. The girl at its centre may not be a heavyweigh­t, but her movie is epic. – Washington Post

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