I think perhaps my feelings about this movie were negatively affected by all of the marketing and reviewer hype; I expected a great movie, and what I watched was "okay."

Firstly, the cinematography has a very 90s quirkiness to it. I immediately thought "Tank Girl," and not in a good way. It's an anachronistic aesthetic, honestly.

Many of the scenes are a tad long, overstaying their welcome. The script and movie overall could've used another round of revision and editing, to take out 30 minutes of unnecessary dialogue.

If you told me that Greta Gerwig was playing with Barbies one day on the floor, and everything she made the dolls say while playing she then wrote down and it verbatim became the script, I'd believe you.

The overall message of the movie is delivered by the characters in ham-fisted monologues. Now, if the subject was something we've probably never heard of, like the sci-fi concepts in Inception and the Matrix, a stilted monologue feels awkward, but necessary.

But the plight of women in a male hegemony is such a ubiquitous subject, so well known, that to deliver speeches with such zero dramatic subtlety makes me think the movie is better suited for preteens who are only just learning these things.

It's trite, in short.

There are many ridiculous, light scenes mixed with heavy, emotional poignant scenes. And that's fine, that works-- except the transition between those scenes is ungraceful, to the detriment of both types.

The Ken dance scene is fabulous.

Several of the jokes and physical comedy were HILARIOUS, but several of them fell pretty flat.

I really liked Lady Bird. And I know that this movie is very different in tone; I expected that. I like weird stuff, that's not the issue.

This movie's execution feels kind of sophomoric to me, like they thought it was enough that it was a kooky idea, and thus didn't need to apply any editorial rigor that you'd expect in a contemporary movie.