In the past decade or so, movies about quirky high schoolers have thankfully aged out of their twee phase. Christine’s not punk she's just exasperated and understimulated, searching tirelessly for a way out of the cage she sees around her life. It’s quite an entrance, and a movie with a heavier hand might have thrown something punk-rebellious in the soundtrack, or at the very least something with a snare-driven backbeat and an electric guitar. You see her mom scream and then there’s a cut to a pink cast with the words “FUCK YOU MOM” firmly scrawled on it. Gerwig’s heroine, whose name is Christine but who goes by Lady Bird as a bid for an identity beyond the material conditions of her lower-middle-class family in Sacramento, Calif., introduces herself within the first minutes of the film by flinging herself out of a moving car during an argument with her mother about why she must go to college on the East Coast. Jon Brion has probably never been a 17-year-old girl, and yet there’s something to the loose, swinging compositions he’s put together for Greta Gerwig’s directorial debut Lady Bird that indicates a grasp of what it’s like to be young, seething, and entirely dissatisfied with your surroundings.
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