Sorry, Baby (2025)

A wonderfully understated film about trauma without making it a spectacle, featuring poignant and witty dialogue and a deeply sympathetic performance from writer-director star Eva Victor. 

Not exactly a new idea: trauma is often not an overwhelming calamity that collapses in on you all at once. You can survive the initial shock fine because you are surrounded by your support systems. But it’s insidious and creeps in on you years later when you are on a drive by yourself, or when you are asked during jury duty if you’ve ever been victim of a crime in such a way that would make you impartial, or when your cat mortally injures a mouse that you’ve had to put out of its misery by slamming it repeatedly with a book. You’ll need to find support in the kindness strangers, and find strength in yourself, and the cute neighborhood boy toy. 

God. Can you imaging running to your neighbor’s house in the middle of the night yelling “would you please come fuck me?” and have them answer yes with no hesitancy only excitement, care and concern that he can barely find time to put his shoes on? that could probably heal me from anything.