Sorry, Baby is an absolute miracle of tone control.
Sorry, Baby (2025)

Sorry, Baby is an absolute miracle of tone control.
I am skeptical of platitudes hastily awarded to any animated feature premiering on Netflix in recent years.
On film social media, much virtual ink has been spilled anointing Eddington a future cult classic:
Celine Song was presumably given a pretty wide creative runway, plus access to budget and talent, to make her second film following the buzzy Best Picture nominee Past Lives.
The 2025 How to Train Your Dragon film is a so-called “live action remake” of a beloved animated film (a.k.a. “LARM” if you’re a goober), but it is not like Snow White or Pinocchio for a couple of reasons.
One reason the release of every Wes Anderson film is an exciting occurrence is because you can reliably count on him to push his aesthetics or storytelling in some bold new direction.
What is the line between body mutilation that entertains or provokes me vs. disgusts me?
There’s a fine line between “soul-crushing slop” and “modestly enjoyable slop.”
The kids who grew up watching Disney Channel sitcoms are now old enough to be directing R-rated comedies.
Today, I come to discuss a film that features two heartsick loners stuck on opposite ends of a chasm.