Lady Bird (2017)
Lady Bird’s story is so familiar, so authentic that it has something that’ll resonate with everyone. We’ve all clashed with our parents; we’ve all had romantic misadventures best forgotten; we’ve all felt stifled by our home town.
Lady Bird’s story is so familiar, so authentic that it has something that’ll resonate with everyone. We’ve all clashed with our parents; we’ve all had romantic misadventures best forgotten; we’ve all felt stifled by our home town.
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