This really isn’t a review. There is nothing to say about the movie Babies. It’s one of the cutest things ever. It’s a documentary that follows these four babies from every corner of the globe (sort of) from their first breath until their first birthday. What could possibly happen to them that could come close to being a plot? Nothing. And that is a-okay with me. Who needs plot when you can just watch snugglicious babies being cute?
Seriously, though, who is watching this movie with any expectations of it being anything besides completely gratuitous adorableness? No one. There are three types of people in this world: either you are going to see this movie, you have no desire to see Babies whatsoever, or you are a boyfriend/husband who has no desire to see it, but you’re going to see it and you just don’t know it yet. So here’s what you’re in for. Babies being precious while coddled by their parents. Babies being lovable while left alone with their older siblings (always a bad idea). Babies blowing my ovaries to pieces while interacting with their pets/livestock.
I guess an argument could be made that it shows how being a baby in different cultures can be so remarkably similar while at the same time being bogglingly different. I would say a stronger argument could be made that the “depth” of that analysis is more of an afterthought by myself searching for something to grab hold of. I don’t really watch/read/listen to things if they don’t make me think about something. Mindless media is not what I do. I was willing to forgo intellect, however, for this. And it was worth it. Maybe not more than once or twice, but it was definitely worth it.