A close-knit trio of the couple Freddy, Mo and their best friend Polly navigates the idea of creating life, while at the same time being confronted with a brutal scenario that causes them to take a life.
Ultimately, Silva's uneven command of tone undoes whatever goodwill his actors have managed to generate. They - and we - deserve much better than this.
Nasty Baby is a one-trick dramedy that bets the house on a daring final-reel twist that arrives far too late to compensate for the sheer bum-numbing agony that's gone before it.
Nasty Baby is an off-kilter film that alternates between passages of amusement and aggravation, before it suddenly snaps into focus in its final stages
Nasty Baby takes aim at a fat target: gay modern-family dramedies, those well-meaning, self-congratulatory films that haven't actually felt modern in a decade.
Silva's screenplay has a slice-of-life feel; Sergio Armstrong's cinematography provides the natural lighting and handheld camerawork that adds to that sensation.
This is one of those awkward films that depicts complacent characters while itself looking complacent, and Silva never quite seems in control of his volatile material.
