I saw glowing reviews for this Nicole Kidman movie called "Babygirl." I looked at the plot. A businesswoman has an affair with one of her company interns. Hmmm. I did an internship at college but my mentor was not Nicole Kidman, but a short, bald-headed gnome. Still, there was enough information for me to give this film a ride.
Famous first...and last words. Because, as it turns out, "Babygirl" just might be one of the top five worst movies I've ever seen. It's repulsive in so many ways that I can't begin to list them all. Kidman plays a CEO of an AI company (yes, there is such a thing) and happily married to Antonio Banderas because they moan a lot during sex. But you know there's a problem because when Banderas is done, Kidman goes in the other room and masturbates.
Of course, she's still not happy and she hooks up with a young stud who curtails her need to masturbate. Oh, well. Meanwhile, they both work in the same company but apparently Human Resources is on a break this week.
Yes, there's lots more sex and moaning and sex and writhing and sex and wet fingers. But since the characters are so damn unlikeable that you don't give a shit what happens at the end. Meanwhile, all along the way, the movie presents you with this nauseating Euro-trash soundtrack that will make you pray for deafness. And, in a rarity in snooty Hollywood, the audience booed when the film was over.
This is what I get for trying to give a movie theater some in-person love. Yeesh!
LEN'S RATING: No stars.
Dinner last night: Leftover Chinese food.
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