Desolée, bébé

Sorry, Baby is a slow burn-it takes its time to build tension, and for a while, you're not quite sure where it's going or what it's about. But that's what makes it work. The early pacing is essential; it lets you settle into the characters and truly get to know them before the tension creeps in and the stakes start to rise.

The acting is incredible-subtle, restrained, and deeply natural. It's a masterclass in quiet, grounded performance. There's a scene where the lead delivers a monologue in the tub, and it doesn't feel like she's reciting lines. We're with her in that memory. We're seeing what she saw. I got the sense that some of the film may have been improvised, but if so, it only added to the realism. The whole film has a lived-in, organic quality.

That said, a few of the smaller supporting roles toward the end didn't quite land for me and briefly took me out of the experience. And I'm still unsure what Agnes wanted-what her internal drive was. There's such beautiful artistic depth here, but I couldn't fully grasp what was pushing her forward. Then again, maybe that's the point, as hinted in the final monologue.

There's also powerful symbolism throughout. One moment that stood out was her driving, the headlights trailing behind her like a new memory that will chase her forever. Another was the way the passage of time was expressed through visual shifts, especially at the professor's home. These moments are executed with both restraint and emotional weight.

The film resists cliché. One of its most striking choices is its sense of timelessness. You can't quite place what year it's set in-there are no cell phones, the clothing is neutral, and her thesis is typed on paper rather than submitted digitally. If I had to guess, I'd say 1998. I caught a glimpse of an older New York license plate that reinforced that impression.

Ultimately, Sorry, Baby delivers a quiet but profound message about humanity: we have to be prepared to live in an imperfect world. We will get hurt-that's just part of it-but we have to find a way to keep going.

Without spoiling any specific details from the movie, the plot centers around a quiet student turned teacher who tries to overcome a horrific act committed against her.

It isn't a bad film. It's made well, cheap (which is nice to see for a change), and has some good actors, but the issue is that the movie adds nothing that hasn't been said a many times before. There are far better movies and shows about the exact same subject matter from a female's perspective like The Piano Teacher, Unbelievable, Girl Interrupted, Room, Precious, A Promising Young Woman, etc.

The issue with Sorry, Baby is it adds nothing and says very little of what hasn't already been said before. The only difference is this movie is a little more quirky with the humor and is very small scale, which is nice. But the writer throws it all away with a meandering, nonsensical ending that goes nowhere and abruptly ends with no resolution of any kind. I get wanting to keep the discussion open ended, but this felt lazy and uninspired.

Know a lot of people who love this film and maybe I'm the odd one out, but this movie felt incomplete to me. Will be interesting to see what the writer/director/producer/star does next.

Agnes (Eva Victor) is a student who experiences something bad with her professor Preston Decker (Louis Cancelmi). As she tries to heal from this she experiences many different types of relationships over the years from close ones with her friend from college Lydie (Naomi Ackie), to the saviour complex between her and a mouse that her cat Olga (Noochie the cat) brought in years later.

I won't be so arrogant as to say I understood the nuances of the film, although I recognise that Eva Victor who also wrote and directed the film, was saying something about the relationships we have with people and how the communication between us can be very different and layered. Who you are with one person is not who you are with another. There is a fluid dynamic of personality in and between relationships. I suspect that's why nabokov's book Lolita was discussed in the film: there were very different dynamics and power levels in the relationships within the story of Lolita.

It's not a film where you come out of the cinema and say "wow that was fantastic." It's more of a film you come out of the cinema and you remember lines from the film, and scenes form it for weeks, as you piece everything together and apply it to your own life. Who are you and who are the people in your life?

Victor's presence on screen is amazing and her acting skills sublime; I've never seen her before but I will certainly look at some of her other work. Her direction was amazing and not a single moment of the film was wasted. Some of the shots and scenes were pure art.

Suffice to say I loved this film and everything about it, I gave it a solid 8.

If you have a friend that enjoys complaining about the same thing over and over, for months and years, and you enjoy nodding to whatever nonsense she says, this film is for you.

No spoilers that aren't in the trailer.

It has some good traits: it's not boring and goes by quickly, the main actor is very beautiful and plays well too, the camerawork is very enjoyable.

As some people have pointed out, there are a lot of strange things about the film. To me it looks like it could be taking place in the 80s, it is so quiet and muted, so devoid of technology except for an appearance of a phone/laptop every now and then. A deserted village with barely any people, the main character lives in the woods. The uni is tiny at least in comparison to what I know, of course she is a professor if there are 15 people living in that area. Except for the few main characters no one has a personality, and they are only there to "attack her" by actually doing their job and filling a medical form/interviewing her for the jury service/telling her not to park there/telling her that they can't fire a guy who has already quit. I hated how they treated the doctor, I really did. And I also really disliked how their way of giving a black one some personality was just to have her swear a lot and talk about male organs all the time. As some point the word fork sounded maybe 10 times per minute - it's ridiculous!

Coming back to the beginning of the review: the film is all about complaining. It starts out really pleasantly, but after the initial 40 minutes just spirals into "no one understands me" and "oh poor me". There are enough people like that in the world, why create another one for the film. I honestly have no sympathy for her. She'll live in these woods for the rest of her life and will base her whole personality on how one single evening in her life went.

As a sidenote, I wish the trailer showed more of what the film is actually like. It is more upbeat and positive than the actual film.

This is another film where I have a ton to say, but don't want my original thoughts getting lost in a giant pile of word vomit while I try and put the thoughts to the page.

Very clearly: I am not a woman, and have not gone through the specific type of trauma that takes place in this film. That said, I am a human being and have experienced a multitude of what many would consider to be out of the norm excessive traumas in my life, from an ex partner committing suicide to losing a brother to an accidental fentanyl overdose.

Trauma is something I believe until recently in this country, was an issue that was somewhat a shoved aside, something that wasn't talked about, something that in my parents day (I'm 43), would even be something to be embarrassed about. I'm sure all our Gen X parents were told to 'Man up' at some point in their lives.

Having gone through these very personal traumatic situations in my life has had a tremendous effect on who I am as a person, and how I deal with the outside world, and how I am able to control my own inner thoughts and emotions.

This is an incredible directorial debut from Eva Victor, who like many other found during 2020 while we were all stuck at our homes, and who in a very dark sarcastic way was able to breath some life and laughter into our minds during that psychotic year (also the year my brother passed).

With this film Eva paints around an act of force so intense and so heavy, without ever actually naming the act, but what she brilliantly shows you as a viewer is what becomes of someone who has experienced trauma throughout the following years, whether it be through moments of pure fear, moments of unwilling panic, moments of using laughter to continue to grieve, and moments of pure unadulterated pain.

I've been through these moments in my life, and I am thankful this film exists, as if you have not experienced heavy trauma in your life, this helps paint the portrait of what it's like for those of us who have.

I love the control of tone throughout and how it remains somber while allowing moments of breaths of fresh air through sarcastic comedy to allow your brain to take a breather.

The film executes a non-linear path that bookends itself with a monologue that I will definitely be reading over again and going back to in moments of solitude where I need to remember that even though trauma exists in my life, there are ways to pass through to get to the light at the end of the tunnel.

I'm looking forward to more from Eva Victor. Fantastic, touching work here.