Child-rearing as a horror trope has staked its own tiny piece of real estate in the genre but this one is leeched of the grimy weirdness that marks its more prominent neighbors (Eraserhead, Little Otik, It's Alive!) starting off as an emotionally ambiguous push and pull between the bliss of quotidian routine and how claustrophobic all that expanse can get when you're dealing with very insular traumas. Its lack of hurry and matter-of-fact tone and ravishing locales gain slow burn traction with me, and in making the eponymous baby metaphor more cute than creepy, almost always seen in bright daylight at that, the inevitable sliding into folk tale freakishness is all the more potent for it.
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