

Greta Gerwig wanted Lady Bird to look like a memory Barbie has a designed, thoughtful perfection, like the best-designed childhood dream, or the playroom of the richest kid in your fourth grade class. The no-walls doll houses! The musical numbers! This is a movie that understands the elasticity of play, the way Barbies can do anything, because imagination always fills in the blanks. When Margot Robbie’s Stereotypical Barbie steps out of her heels, her perma-arched feet keep their shape Kate McKinnon’s Weird Barbie has a keyring of a dozen doll legs. (I returned again, Monday afternoon, because I just felt like it.) Barbie is a movie -movie, a dizzying collection of visual gags and gems. On Sunday, severely jet lagged and suffering from a mood because the only tickets I could get were in the third row, I saw Barbie. There are line readings that leave me giddy with delight, like someone has said something in a new, magic way that I want bottled immediately “You best start believin’ in ghost stories Miss Turner…”). There are lines that I just heard over and over and over again during the three summers I had a portable DVD player and no meaningful summer reading assignments ( Never Been Kissed, the trailer for Big Fish, The Other Boleyn Girl ).


There are lines that I keep turning over in my head, trying to make sense of (“Karma takes all my friends to the summit,” which I haven’t written about yet … Summit like a shareholders meeting? Summit like the men in music business conference?). There are some common denominators to the line readings I think about a lot: there are lines that are guffaw-inducing levels of nonsense ( “You shouldn’t be upset that I fucked her, you should be upset that I had a laugh with her!” ).
