BABIES is a documentary about 4 babies–one in Tokyo, one in Mongolia, one in Namibia, and one in San Francisco. AP Journalist Leanne Italie, in her article about a local Mom and tot showing of the documentary BABIES (this viewing sponsored by Happy Bambino) writes:
Ann Imig from Madison brought her 3-year-old son to what she considers a rare, non-animated opportunity. “I was happy to have a cinema experience with my son that wasn’t terrifyingly loud or filled with startling imagery or quasi-off color humor, found more often than you’d expect in G-rated films,” she said.
I said that, and I meant it. I stand by that statement. I also said
“True to 3-year-old boy form, my son’s favorite part of the movie was when one of the infants peed on the bed.”
That didn’t make the article.
Here are some more of my thoughts on the movie Babies—the most gorgeous footage of global infanthood, made far more interesting than your own hours and hours of edge-of-your-seat baby knuckle-gnawing because…
*Instead of an expensive Exersaucer, one baby was tethered to a bedpost with an old piece of twine. Similar to an Exersaucer, but much more reasonably priced, twine also possesses potential entertainment features according to 3 who shouted at the screen “Is that his Indiana Jones Whip?”
*Diapers are expensive and smelly. All you really need is no diapers, Mom’s knee, and an old corncob to rub off baby excrement.
*Who was that Japanese couple’s stylist and when can they style my life?
*Swaddling is more effective if you follow it up with a few restraints for added measure. Swaddle the baby in a receiving blanket until reaching optimum baby-burrito capacity. Follow with several ties–just to make sure those little limbs aint goin nowhere. Perch baby burrito in your lap, on the back of your partner’s moped, and hightail it home. RRRRRIGHTEOUS!
*YURT, y’all! An opportunity to identify and exclaim “YURT!” with your child. “YURT!”
*Don’t worry about a cat stealing your baby’s breath. That’s nonsense. But that rooster probably will poop on your baby if you keep letting it walk all over his mattress.
*If you have to leave the movie theater for a bathroom break, here is what you missed: baby roll, baby drool, Namibian baby jewelry! baby smile, toddler attacking baby, everyone eat manioc! baby attacks Kitty, where are the parents, and how much toilet paper will the baby eat before the cameraman intervenes?
Spoiler alert—the parents ALL COO TO THEIR BABIES… IN DIFFERENT LANGUAGES!!!!!!—I know, now you don’t even need to see the movie.
I missed the ending—3 had enough babies in the theater and on the screen. Did they wife swap? Or baby swap? I hope it at least ended with some sort of fashion week, runway culmination. I assume the babies were walking or almost walking by the big 1-year-old finale. Mama! Prada! Versace!
One of the only things that could’ve improved our BABIES experience included showing G-rated previews instead of R-rated previews. 3 kept asking me if this was “a grown up movie” while he alternated between fascination with the suspenseful trailers, and burying his head in my neck in fear. He did narrate to the infant audience “Is that his gun” and here’s hoping no impressionable early-talkers caught on (“gun dada gun”).
Also, I’d have preferred watching BABIES from a king-sized bed, so I could nap immediately following my snack and screen time.
I only recommend BABIES to adults that have a serious interest in babies—not just a passing adoration of a faux-hawked infant whizzing by in her $1000 ride. Babies requires the level of interest that merits 80-minutes of baby thigh close ups and no dialogue. Nursing mothers are the perfect crowd for this film—a captive audience—as are parents of preschoolers who enjoy the rare opportunity to sit down. HOLLA! A few Grandparents might like the film, too–if they are the babysitting, hands-on, infant-idolatry variety
For those of you who’ve finally dug your way out of those adorable baby trenches, or those of you who never wanted to visit them no matter how pretty the surroundings, may I recommend ANY OTHER MOVIE AT THE CINEPLEX.
I have this fear of nature movies, because someone always gets eaten. I haven’t seen Babies yet because I’m convinced someone’s going to die.
Friends have assured me that no one does. But I refuse to believe them.
This review only makes me love you more and elevates you even higher in my “authentic” “real deal” book.
I say Babies…who needs ’em? 🙂
I guess it’s for the same audience that loves seeing other people’s birthing videos?
Hilarious. I’m so glad you wrote this because the early reviews were glowing. And really? A corn cob? I will not lose that visual any time soon…
I want to see this, but I am already having too many crazy “I need another baby” thoughts. That train left the station a long time ago. Do you know of any good puppy movies?
I saw the filmmaker on TV. It looks like a fascinating view of an aspect of life in other cultures that we rarely get to see and seems to go beyond just a reel of cute babies. I’m looking forward to seeing it.
Ugh. I knew it. I said to myself,”I’ll bet this is as dang boring as that stupid Sting and Trudy have a baby ” movie from 1980 something…
HokGardner: NO ONE DIES (crap, another spoiler)
Lee: I for one, do not need any more. But see Rotten Mom.
Tracy, ewwwww. no. BABIES is not that.
Brualism–I believe it was, in fact, a corn cob
Rotten Mom? This movie could make Octomom want a few more.
Jayne, it is a fascinating cultural view of child-rearing and definitely a reel of cute babies.
Um, yeah. I thought it was on the Discovery Channel or something. The local Cine-608 scares me to death. Not going, not even with the double enticement of the visuals of the rooster and the opportunity to sit amongst infants.
I did get an invitation to attend. I’m so happy I decided to pass!! Okay, I’m off to watch Sex and the City II this weekend….what? You DID recommend ANY other movie!!!
i’m sure i’d go through postpartum depression all over again just watching Babies.
But is BABIES good birth control? If so, I may need to go check it out.
The no diapers thing might ruin my only-goes-to-the-movie-theater-once-a-year Milk Dud eating experience… But otherwise it sounds like a good time.
I don’t think this is a film for me, because I don’t really think all babies are cute just by virtue of their babyhood. In fact, I had a hard time thinking my own babies were cute.
Now if this were a 90 minute film about pug puppies… oh yeah, now we’re talkin’…
No babies here. I’ll go see Sex And The City 2 instead.
🙂
jj
I love that cooing is a Universal language:) I’m all warm fuzzy now. But I’d like to know how you actually got to sit down and almost watch a whole movie. That seems very mystical to me.
Ben saw a trailer for Babies and said something about that looked cute or wanting to see it. Which I immediately said, “Let’s watch paint dry instead.”
Thanks for the head’s up!
Saw a clip on TV and the whole poop and shaving the head with a metal file and all of that was just NOT for me. I really think you have to be a mom to appreciate those parts.
Or, as I like to shout out in the theatre: Rental!
Ha! I do want to see it, but I would never waste a precious annual trip to the movie theater on that one at this point. Rental!
I will send you a check for 12 bucks tomorrow, okay, fine 20 (that would be the soda and popcorn I would have likely had)
Dude. Fantastic post.
And the movie? While I do appreciate sitting down, I will never watch it. Although watching it with your son? HOLLA! That sounds pretty entertaining.
I got invited to this movie TWICE by the publicity department. I saw it, and I agree. All babies all the time. It’s porn for new moms. Not really a very good documentary. My favorite part was the satellite dish outside the hut in Mongolia. Made me think of the opening credits to SCTV.
It looked like such a good movie 🙁 Yawn. I have to check it out and see. LOL at the comment of “Is BABIES a good birth control movie?”
Chug-a-lug is excellent for making friends in college though. As is Jungle Love.