Leah Meyerhoff's transcendent, visceral, intimate examination of a young girl's heart- wrenching coming of age left me breathless. From the fanciful, fairy daydreams to the recklessness of adolescence, I felt like I was watching something from my own head. The fierce beauty of the world as seen through a girl's eyes. The understated poignancy of simple gestures, glances between mother and daughter. The ache for the exquisite: sunlight dancing in leaves, the bridge of a lovers nose. It's so rare to see a woman give life to what is inside her. We feel like we have to ask permission, and even when "granted", we play it safe, we give other people what we think they want. But Meyerhoff's unapologetic passion and ambition is empowering for women filmmakers everywhere. Her film is necessary and important, as is she.
Review of I Believe in Unicorns
