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Then comes a solipsistic 41 yo filmmaker who treats us to her ticking biological time clock agony and her decision to have a child solo...with all details in glorious color.
This has been done...And Baby Makes Two...and I wonder how many of these we need. I'm not interested in watching someone getting stuck with needles, visiting doctors, seeking a sperm donor, etc. And I really don't need to witness another birth scene.
This kind of film would best be kept as a home movie...to be shown to the eventual progeny when old enough to appreciate. For the general audience...spare us.
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