The Baby (1973)

Social workers tend to have a bad reputation these days. From the Satanic scandals of the 80’s and 90’s, to tragedies like the deaths of Baby P and Victoria Climbie, the difficult jobs these people do has been made even harder when they have all been seemingly tarred with the same brush as a few tragic failings.

Thank you Tabloids, for your helpful contribution as always.

At the end of the day, social workers are there to help families who are struggling and protect the vulnerable, which sometimes means they have to walk a fine line between interfering and helping, and sometimes they are prevented from helping more by bureaucracy and red tape. They work long hours, because there is a shortage of people who want to do the job (and we wonder why?), and they are put in stressful and sometimes dangerous situations on a daily basis, and to top it all, society brands them the bad guys.

It’s the system that needs fixing, not the people that got into it because they wanted to help. They aren’t the ones cutting funding, budgets, and creating more hoops for them to jump through just so they can make sure that a kid is doing ok. And yes, of course there are the crappy ones who don’t do their jobs properly, but you don’t judge a whole profession on the mistakes of one, do you? That would be like avoiding all music because Ollie Murs and One Direction exist. I mean, yeah, they are abominations, but c’mon, you’d be missing out on Zep and The Doors because a few teenagers have bad taste.

The Baby is the story of a social worker, who doesn’t exactly have the best intentions herself, but she can be forgiven because the family she’s interfering with makes Leatherface’s family seem like the Waltons. A grown man, in adult nappies, being forced to remain an infant by his psychotic mother and sisters, and that my friends, is probably the most innocent part of the abuse.

This is a film that is uncomfortable to watch. It’s not for the squeamish, and honestly, that has nothing to do with gore or blood, just abuse, incest, men crying like babies and having their nappies changed, etc. Y’know, the usual. It’s low budget, over acted, psychedelic, creepy in the extreme, and absolutely freaking awesome.

The Baby is a film that could have only been a product of the Seventies. Just enough was shown to let your imagination do the rest of the nasty equations, and actor David Mooney’s performance as Baby was incredible in its innocence and complete commitment to the role. Everything about the film was just right, from the weird dress code of the time, to one of the most disturbing twist endings I’ve ever seen. They should never remake this film as it is one of a kind that was right for the time, and I think now would end up being in bad taste no matter which way they tried to play it. Hollywood seems to have that knack with everything these days …

Demented, bizarre, and one of my all time favourites … The Baby is one of those films that proves that growing up is hard to do, especially when someone is shocking you with a cattle prod every time you try.

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