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Babies Our rating: Your rating: 1 2 3 4 Your Comments: see all MPAA rating: PG (for cultural and maternal nudity throughout) Genre: Documentary Theater release: May 07, 2010 by Focus Features Directed by: Thomas Balmès Runtime: 1 hour 19 minutes Cast: Ponijao (herself), Bayarjargal (himself), Mari (herself), Hattie (herself) Related: Talk About It/Family Corner

We start with four very different cities. Then four very pregnant women. Then four fresh little lives. The babies.

There's Ponijao, who lives with her mother and seven older siblings near Opuwo, Namibia. Bayarjargal, who lives with his parents and older brother in Mongolia, near Bayanchandmani. Mari, who lives with her parents in Tokyo, Japan. And finally Hattie, who lives with her parents in San Francisco.

Babies documents the first year of these four little lives, offering alternating peeks into their quiet moments of slumber and their noisy temper tantrums. We're silent observers to their daily realities.

What's most striking at first is the huge difference in the locations and conditions. Ponijao's family in Namibia spends most days outside in the dirt. There's very little clothing (read: lots of low-hanging breasts and little baby bums) and lots of flies, but lots of human contact with the gaggle of family members. Ponijao is strapped on her mom's back while she performs difficult manual labor, getting jostled back and forth. Playthings consist of rocks, empty water bottles, a river, a mangy looking dog. It's a very tactile and simple existence.

Ponijao, who lives in Namibia

Bayarjargal's family are nomads, living on the huge open land of the Mongolian countryside. Bayar's mom catches a ride home from the hospital on the back of her husband's motorbike, carrying Bayar in her arms as they traverse the road-less, hilly terrain (Bayar's older brother stands in front and hangs onto the handlebars). Their house is a sophisticated hut surrounded by their cattle. Animals—cattle, goats, the family cat—meander in and out of their lives with familiarity and daily ease. It's a very agrarian and austere existence.

Mari's parents live in a high-rise apartment in the heart of Tokyo. Both parents are very present—shaking rattles, changing little pink outfits, offering late-night feedings. There's nothing green in sight (no trees or fields), and the only animal is a long-haired family cat. Instead, there are strollers, mobiles, bouncy seats, and mommy-and-me classes. It's a very crowded and commercialized existence.

Bayarjargal, who lives in Mongolia

Hattie's parents are also city dwellers, also both very present in their little girl's life. When we see Hattie in the hospital, she's hooked up to many wires and monitors—a stark contrast to Ponijao and Bayar's birth experiences. At home there are diapers, countless toys, and a whole bookshelf full of illustrated and instructive stories to be read to her. Hattie enjoys rides strapped in her little hitch on the back of her parents' bikes, and they all participate in quasi-spiritual "movement" classes. It's a very comfortable and organic existence.

Despite all these far-flung realities, the uniting factor is the babies—these brand new little beings who experience their respective worlds with tiny fingers, inquisitive eyes, and eventually, tentative steps. We see recurring refrains of hunger and exhaustion, love of music, fascination with the family cat, torment by older siblings, exquisite joy when looking in their mom's face. The honesty and innocence and purity of emotion are moving—inspiring laughter and fascination and sometimes tearfulness in even the most jaded of grown-ups watching.

The other striking thing about Babies is the lack of narration. About ten minutes into the film I finally realized we weren't going to get any explanation or background or details. We just watch. I spent the rest of the movie trying to figure out if I liked that movie-making decision or not. In retrospect, I'm leaning toward not.

Mari, who lives in Japan

I did like being able to make my own observations and draw my own conclusions (like the fact that American babies are super-safe compared to their international counterparts). The simplicity of silence as we watched these simple, unspoiled lives seemed fitting. But my curiosity kept invading my enjoyment. Where's Ponijao's dad? What's that red stuff her mom rubbed on her pregnant belly? Will Bayar go to school? Was that a traditional lullaby his mom sang to him? And what were the words? Will Mari learn to ride a bike on the sidewalks of her big city neighborhood? Will she likely get another sibling? Is Hattie a family name? Will she grow to be as granola as her parents?

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