Please Baby Please

It’s monumentally tedious, devoid of humour and, worst of all, sanctimonious.

Demi is a marvel, Riseborough has never been better or scarier, and we wouldn’t have missed Cole Escola sobbing Since I Don’t Have You, through mascara, on the phone to an unseen rotter, for all the fetishwear in Cruising.

One hell of a glossy, sexy, pastiche-fueled ride.

The film feels over-determined and self-satisfied.

Aimed squarely at fans of John Waters and Pedro Almodóvar, the arty oddity “Please Baby Please” is the kind of cinematic fetish object that should entice anyone who shares director Amanda Kramer’s particular fascinations.

It’s a relief to be spoken to with such complexity and humor, it’s a relief to watch intelligent art with this level of queer creativity.

The horniest film I’ve seen all year.

Please Baby Please is an imaginative and visually entrancing feature by Amanda Kramer, who showcases her directorial playfulness and genre-bending antics in full effect.

Andrea Riseborough, somehow ageless, always fascinating, is impossible to look away from. She makes Suze both an active participant and a confused, lost observer, opening up a world she never knew existed.

It examines gender ideals by reframing the vulnerability that underlies masculinity and the rudeness of femininity, thereby embracing queer identities and the LGBTQ+ community. [Full review in Spanish]