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It will haunt your commute. It will make you side-eye your own quiet kitchen. And you will never hear the phrase "babygirl" the same way again. The scariest film of the year has no ghosts, no jumpscares, and no villains—just a woman drowning in a glass of perfectly filtered water. Note on viewing: As of this writing, check your local public library’s Kanopy or Hoopla service—they sometimes have A24 films like this for free with a library card. Otherwise, it’s worth the $5.99 rental.

If John Cassavetes directed a horror movie about a Tupperware party, it might look something like Babygirl . Don’t let the cutesy title fool you. This is not a film about innocence. It is a 94-minute panic attack disguised as a domestic drama, and it is one of the most unsettling films you’ll see this year. babygirl free movie

Director/writer Marielle Heller (known for Can You Ever Forgive Me? and A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood ) takes a sharp left turn here. She shoots Lena’s home like Kubrick shot the Overlook Hotel—wide, symmetrical, and deeply wrong. The lighting is aggressively warm, almost jaundiced. The sound design is the real MVP: the hum of the refrigerator becomes a drone; the squeak of a dish towel sounds like a mouse being stepped on. It will haunt your commute

The film follows Lena (an astonishing, raw performance by newcomer Lio Tipton), a 30-something former artist who has perfected the art of vanishing. She lives in a pristine Brooklyn apartment with her doting husband, Nico (Jeremy Allen White, shedding his charm for a skin-crawling earnestness). She hosts perfect playdates. She bakes sourdough. She smiles at the right moments. The scariest film of the year has no

Also, the film’s pacing is deliberately glacial. A scene of Lena peeling an apple lasts 90 seconds. It is excruciating. It is the point.

White, as the "good husband," plays against type brilliantly. His kindness is not a mask, which is the film’s darkest joke. He isn't a villain. He is genuinely good. That makes Lena’s desire to scream at him all the more tragic. You can’t hate him, and so Lena learns to hate herself.