Nasty Baby is amiably aimless, until its ruinous final act
For a long time, Nasty Baby doesn’t seem to know what kind of movie it wants to be. The opening scene introduces Freddy (Sebastián Silva, also the film’s writer-director), an artist of some sort—what kind of work he does is never really specified—who’s pitching an inane project called “Nasty Baby” in which he’ll be videotaped pretending to be a newborn infant, meaning completely naked and flailing his limbs and crying. Then it emerges that the main narrative involves Freddy’s efforts to help his friend Polly (Kristen Wiig) get pregnant via artificial insemination; his sperm count turns out to be too low, so he drafts his boyfriend, Mo (Tunde Adebimpe from TV On The Radio), as a replacement donor. All the while, though, this trio’s adventures are interrupted by a certifiably crazy dude (Reg E. Cathey) who lives on their block in Fort Greene, Brooklyn, and continually harasses Polly and yells homophobic remarks at Freddy and Mo. One can’t help but be curious about how these disparate strands will eventually connect. Brace for impact.