The scariest thing about life’s worst moments is the silence in which they often unfold. The world goes on, night falls, the windows of a suburban house glow as cars drive by. Yet for the person inside, existence has cracked; an irrevocable disconnect between who you once were, and the confused ghost you’ve become.
These subtle, sinewy emotional grapplings are at the heart of Sorry, Baby, the powerful semi-autobiographical directorial debut from Eva Victor, which tells the story of a young academic navigating the aftermath of trauma.
