In the meantime, grow healthy and strong, my baby. Having already watched other performances of the Hino Hideshi Theatre ("Ghost Train, "The Walk of a Dead Girl"), I am used to the fact that the paintings surprise the viewer not only with interesting and at the same time simple ideas of the direct genre horror, but also with incompetent productions.
“My baby” didn’t do that either. Although, of course, in this case, puppet monsters, represented by something alive, you want to pay attention last.
The film itself clings to the theme of motherhood and newborns when the writer tries to come up with a good script for the film, and suddenly begins to write about his pregnant wife. The film can not be taken seriously, because in its own way the play is presented as black humor (especially when the baby eats the dog, and the mother apologizes to him for not immediately understood what the baby should eat). At the same time, the film was moving. It’s terrible, but you can’t look without tender feelings at the fact that even the monster in the film is just a small child.
I do not know how much the film is imbued with a philosophy of this kind, but after watching it, there is really something to think about.