Babygirl

It seems impossible not to compare writer/director Halina Reijn’s Babygirl with Steven Shainberg’s 2002 indie treasure Secretary (based on Mary Gaitskill’s brilliant short story). Reijn’s tale is almost a perfect inversion.

Secretary saw a relative newcomer (Maggie Gyllenhaal) deliver a revelatory turn as an absolute nobody actively seeking domination, finding it in a chilly CEO (James Spader), and slowly, wickedly, hilariously discovering ways to take control of the situation so she could pressure him to control her.

Fast forward more than two decades and Babygirl completely reframes the same tale of one woman who really wants somebody else to be in charge for a change.

Nicole Kidman—a veteran whose craft is beyond reproach—plays Romy, a tech company’s CEO. Romy has a perfect life that includes a saucy relationship with her hot husband (Antonio Banderas), little notes left in the lunches she packs her two kids each morning, and an incredibly successful company.

And all seems almost well until an absolute nobody—an intern (Harris Dickinson)—senses something in Romy and acts on it. Soon this woman who is in control of everything she surveys risks all for a little humiliation and discipline.

Though Reijn’s film benefits from sly humor, it’s far from the dark comedy of Secretary. Babygirl hones closer to thriller, building tension, keeping the pace charged, and breathlessly suggesting our protagonist’s ruin behind every unlocked door.

Kidman is characteristically amazing. She is a risk taker as an actor, and what she does with this character is fascinating. The outer shell is different, person to person, interaction to interaction, but the humanity lurking beneath is never far from the surface.

Her chemistry with Dickinson is electric but not exactly sexual. Babygirl complicates gender politics and sexuality and shame, specifically as each is loosely defined across generations. It’s an observant script and a film a bit less interested in titillation than in human drama.

Reijn’s entire ensemble is unafraid to be unlikeable, which is necessary when ambition, jealousy, insecurity, sex and shame commingle. This is a tight script, perhaps too tidy and structurally familiar because its most satisfying moments are its messiest. But it is a fascinating and fresh look at something we’ve been conditioned to turn away from.