This is Meg, Amy, Beth and Jo.

As you will soon learn I have the inability to show my love of a film through a number. Never will you find me giving something a shining five stars or a simple 8/10. I find no joy-giving out a number when it is just more pleasing to describe your feelings towards a movie through words.

(You will also come to see that this piece is not a review in entirety, but rather the feelings and thoughts that came and followed watching this film.)

I sat in the theater alone, accompanied by my backpack and the sweets I hid away. This would be the first time I saw a movie alone for quite a while as prior to a few weeks ago I would have been accompanied by someone, but now I have been left to watch these endless films alongside myself.

There was a part of me that felt the urge to sit in the back where I would usually be found when at the movies, but to my surprise i was gravitating towards the forbidden middle rows where families and couples are usually found whispering around, scuttling through buckets of popcorn and sipping on large overflowing cups of bright red icee.

I ignored these sounds, especially when I could hear the lingering comments from the older woman next to me who just seemed to absolutely despise the movie I found to be just gorgeous.

I may be biased to this film as Greta Gerwig has found herself to be one of my inspirations, the reason I feel the need to write about what I watch, the reason I need to learn from the mistakes I see on the big

screen. There were points where there was just Alexandre Desplat’s enchanting music lingering throughout the dark room when out of nowhere I would feel my eyes grow heavy and my cheeks get damp because I had found myself thinking about this role model in my life. Though there are millions of people who would argue with me, a 15-year-old on the politics behind why Greta could be seen as overrated I wouldn't bat an eyelash because I simply do not give a damn.

I am growing up in a time where women are taking over in all the right ways, but there are still people who feel the need to hold back an entire gender. There is still a lack of female directors so I am limited to a handful, each one as spectacular and talented as the rest, but Greta is different.

I am still in awe as to how this film was able to bring together some of the most stunning ladies and handsome men we have seen in the century, each ones look unique and delicate and cookie cutter perfect for their varying roles.

I would leave the movie theater desperately wanting to dye my hair a golden shade, letting it grow down my back and get untamed and wavy. I stepped out hoping to see endless fields of delicate little flowers and smooth blue sky, but was rather faced with a bustling Western and darkness only lit, by street lamps and car lights.

By now Little Women has been out for a month, but I remember each little bit like it was yesterday, I just happened to adore it all too much for words, from the outfits and hair to the dialogue and the way the music played melodically in the back. Its a piece that despite being shot in the late 2010’s would fool you into believing it was shot in the 1800’s. Each of Greta’s films, always different from the next yet famous for getting you entangled in a new fictional world where Saoirse Ronan and Timothee Chalamet run around as if they aren’t two famous actors.

Little Women being a world of comfort and ancient nostalgia, the smells of warm desserts and hot teas, the sounds of crisp wind hitting the base of towering trees and rustling through the stems of whatever seasonal flowers bloom. Running through each season of equally sunny weather and smiles, despite family tragedies and personal love affairs the March family manages to keep together a collective bright personality that intrigues numerous parties including their audience.

Since the minute I stepped out of the movie theater that day I have been stuck in an endless cloud of daydreams all surrounded by this almost fantastical world, to escape from whatever may be occupying my thoughts I can rely on the idea of writing plays with Jo, painting with Amy or playing piano with Beth.

Every character having their own journeys and stories that are so simple yet complex, soft yet difficult. The simple idea of being able to wear one of the long flowing dresses the Marsh girls wear makes my cheeks turn a new shade of pink and my heart grow double to prior. To escape the bustling city life for a day, to be able to run across the same hills pictured in the film, to walk through all of the houses with Jo and Beth and visit Italy with Amy, to be a March girl for a moment would be such a dream come true. Greta Gerwig has once again created a piece where your you crave to be apart of the plot, to be friends with every character and just simply be apart of their little lives.

-lucia

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To be completely honest I am really super duper proud of this. :) Its my first ever movie related post on here and I think its just magical.

I don't know if I will be able to post the second thing tonight, but there is always tomorrow. I just simply spent too much time on this one, but I think all that time really paid off. I love it.

Also, the title is a quote from the movie..if you were wondering.

AND heres the link if you'd like to watch the trailer:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AST2-4db4ic