Healing ain't always pretty, but it's work worth doing. "Sorry, Baby," the directorial debut from Eva Victor (who also wrote and stars in the film), understands that at its core, with a wry sense of humor and haunting grace that mesmerized me when I first saw it in theaters over the summer. Now that "Sorry, Baby" has landed on HBO Max, I'm shouting from the rooftops about why A24's phenomenal tragicomedy should be on everyone's watchlist this weekend.
It's a story about trauma and healing, but not the kind you've heard before. It lingers in all the messy, half-baked in-betweens of life, when everything's fallen apart and the dust has settled and you're somehow still expected to wake up the next morning and pay bills like reality isn't some surreal funhouse you barely recognize anymore. "Sorry, Baby" is the kind of movie that had me cackling, ugly crying, and, once the credits rolled, immediately calling my oldest girlfriends to yap about why it's required viewing the next time we see each other. I wasn't familiar with Victor's game before "Sorry, Baby," but whatever they come out with next, you can bet my butt's going to be in that theater.
