Ater a while, the film’s didactic drama begins to grate, its treacly emotions feeling increasingly unearned.
The filmmakers don’t bring the main characters’ contrasting methods of divining truth into total opposition.
The potential comic absurdities of the premise are squandered as soon as the film settles into a tepid coming-of-age tale.
A uniquely American comedy, Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird is testy, humane, and firmly rooted in its time and place.
Jonathan Mostow luxuriates in the pure surface pleasures of the his many taut, formally dynamic action sequences.
The wittier one-liners and more affecting emotional moments are undermined by a frenzy of chaotic excess.
The internal crisis of its protagonist amounts to the flicking of an on/off switch rather than the ebb and flow of a consciousness being born.