With the release of director Greta Gerwig’s latest cinematic venture, “Barbie,” audiences have discovered yet again what it’s like to experience joy within the world of movies. I, like countless others, have also grown to fall in love with the shimmering pink joy that is Gerwig’s exploration into the legacy of the iconic American doll. But while many of my movie-obsessed peers are watching “Barbie” for the analytic nuggets it contains, along with wanting to stay in the magical realm of its pastel splendor, I find myself realizing the category I would put this new Gerwig joint into – that being it’s a new comfort movie for me.