Movies have been absolutely peerless when it comes to giving the world a chance to gaze at desirable females.
This is whereBabygirlcomes in.
But satisfaction the carnal-knowledge kind eludes her.
Nicole Kidman and Harris Dickinson in ‘Babygirl.‘Niko Tavernise/A24
Even specifically issued instructions in bed end in flushed embarrassment and frustration.
(It may still do for saucers of milk what that Adrian Lyne film did for cherry-pie filling.)
From the title on,Babygirlfeels designed to get tongues wagging rather than lolling.
Even the lessons-learned ending leans toward the healing power of deviancy under the supervision of a designated driver.
But Kidman makes you feel like this isnt just a provocation so much as a tantalizing what if.
As in: What if a movie was to take female sexuality outside of the vanilla realm seriously?
