5.7/10
Senior Film Conservator

A definitive 5.7/10 rating for a film that redefined the boundaries of cult cinema. Nobody's Baby remains a cornerstone of transgressive art.
If you enjoy old-school slapstick and don't mind when a movie completely forgets what it's doing for twenty minutes, maybe. It’s perfect for people who like to see actors just riffing on each other, but if you need a tight story, you’ll hate this.
Nobody's Baby starts with a premise that feels like it belongs in a much tighter screwball comedy. Two friends fail at show business and become nurses. Sure, why not. Then there is a baby, a hidden marriage, and a nightclub dancer husband who probably shouldn't be trusted with a secret.
The whole thing feels like it was written on the back of a napkin during a very loud lunch. It’s not smooth, and honestly, that’s part of the charm. Patsy Kelly is doing a lot of heavy lifting here, and you can see her trying to hold the scenes together when the script starts to fray at the edges.
There’s a moment with the nightclub dancers that goes on way too long. It’s one of those scenes where you wonder if the director just walked away for a smoke break and forgot to yell cut. The Rhythm Rascals show up, and for a minute, you feel like you’re watching a completely different movie. It’s jarring, but also kind of fun.
I found myself thinking about La La Lucille while watching this, mainly because they both share that frantic, desperate energy where everyone is just talking over each other to make the joke land. It’s not high art. It’s not even middle-tier art.
The way the characters move from one chaotic situation to the next feels less like a plot and more like a series of accidents. There’s a specific bit of business involving the baby that feels really clunky, almost like the prop department was running out of time. But then there’s a look on one of the actor's faces—like, oh no, what are we doing here?—that makes you forgive the mess.
It’s a strange little relic. If you’re looking for a movie to study, look elsewhere. If you want something to put on while you fold laundry and catch the occasional weird face from a supporting actor, it’s just right. 👶

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