Sorry Nicole, but intelligent women don’t want to be dominated by charismatic young men like the X Factor rejects: Babygirl misunderstands what women really want in bed Samantha Rea explains why

I’ve never really “understood” the concept of a BDSM relationship or “sex play” where one person gives orders to the other.

Apparently it’s unpleasant for both parties, but I think the concept of someone claiming to be the “controller” is laughable. Because you can only “make” them do what they say if you go along with it and add humor to it. that’s just stupid

So I’m probably not the target audience for Nicole Kidman’s new film, Babygirl. The film sells the idea that what women secretly desire are dominant younger men.

The film begins with Romy, played by Nicole Kidman, having sex with her husband, Jacob, played by Antonio Banderas. They both seemed to be having fun, but Romy sneaked off to another room to watch porn and climax.

From the clips Romy watches, it’s clear that she likes a certain dynamic. That is, she seems to get rid of her stones by imagining herself as a young girl in a sexual scenario with a man who is a “dominant daddy.”

Right now, it’s very toxic and induces vomiting. But in real life, things get even stranger when Romy finds a “controlling daddy” character in Samuel, an intern at the company where he is the CEO.

It’s not just the difference in age and status that makes it difficult to understand why Romy is so excited to be ordered around by this whipper. It’s the fact that Samuel has the rigor of an X Factor reject.

He’s like one of those contestants that appeared in early episodes with no talent, just an attitude, and everyone laughs at because he’s so ridiculous.

In one scene, she sits dreamily in a dressing gown in a luxurious hotel suite that Romy paid for while Samuel dances around to George Michael’s song “Father Figure.”

Wearing a white vest and a gold chain, probably bought at a pawn shop, Samuel looks like the one who performed in the Eminem tribute act in Grimsby on the day he was released from prison.

Samuel is signed to the same talent agency as David Brent: Life on the Road, and sees the pinnacle of his career being booked to perform at Wolverhampton’s third darkest nightclub. I can imagine it.

His tattoos, including the silly little doodles on his fingers, look like they were done in prison with biro.

Does this person seem like someone who is making good life choices?

no.

So I literally cannot understand why anyone with even the most basic intelligence would give orders to this guy, much less be aroused by them.

And this is the hand of the person to whom Romy threw himself. This is the man Romy has promised to follow orders, and he is her “dominant daddy.”

So, as a woman, do I secretly wish I were in Romy’s shoes? Absolutely not. I am actively repulsed by the idea of ​​men trying to control me, and this made me cringe so hard I thought my face would get a hernia.

In fact, almost the entire movie is humiliating to watch. In their first sex scene, Whippernapper leaves Romy with instructions to meet in a hotel room, which he rents by the hour, but doesn’t have to clean between reservations.

She arrives first, beautifully dressed. And the baby and the man live well into the night, wearing dirty sweatshirts and hoodies they might have found on public transportation.

This would be a cue for any sane woman to leave, but for some reason Nicole Kidman’s character is moved enough to get down on all fours and suck the unwrapped sweets out of her hands. why?

Wouldn’t she want a successful, soft-spoken, well-dressed man who would book her a suite in a five-star hotel?

Apparently not. Because sweet sucking leads to toe-curling sex scenes with glimpses of arm movements and leg movements. Romy makes a violent guttural sound.

Is this humiliation really what women secretly desire? Because I can say with absolute certainty that it doesn’t appeal to me.

I like polite and punctual men who wear well-ironed shirts and serve appetizers not by hand, but in conventional kitchen utensils, for example in small bowls. But even so, I have no intention of taking orders from him or seeing him as a “father figure.”

For those who haven’t heard this song in a while, here are some of the lyrics to the song “Father Figure” that plays in the movie. “I’ll be your father figure (Oh baby) Lay your little hands on me.” Inside me (I want to), I’ll be your preacher (I’ll be your daddy) Please), whatever you have in mind…”

On what planet would anyone look up to the bad boy Samuel as a father figure? That’s just hilarious.

The closest I can imagine him playing the role of a parent is on The Jeremy Kyle Show, where 15 women living in his apartment block claim they were impregnated by him, and then decide to start parenthood. It’s time to do the appraisal.

At one point in this disgusting fest, Romy kneels down and drinks milk from a saucer on the floor. Sorry, but I still have PTSD nearly 20 years after I saw George Galloway licking milk from the palm of Lula Lenka’s hand on Celebrity Big Brother in 2006.

I don’t know if Nicole Kidman or Baby Girl director Halina Lane are aware of Galloway’s nauseating scene in the archives of Britain’s worst reality TV shows, but I know I’m not the only one who was repulsed. I’m sure of that. So why retell it as this erotic thriller?

Then there’s a scene where the baby man throws a dish on the floor (purposefully breaking it) and says, “You better put that away.”

We then see Nicole Kidman crawling on his lap, picking up pieces of a broken teapot or something, kicking the pieces towards her hands.

And does this mean erotic? This is a “sex game”, right? This is not a sex game. I’d classify this as domestic violence, but only Nicole Kidman’s character seems aroused by this (it’s hard to tell from her face, but I’m sure this is the theme of the movie) Given that, I’ll go with it).

Honestly, I can’t imagine any woman getting excited about cleaning up a man’s mess.

Literally never before has a woman said, “Oh! Do more housework! How excited!” Therefore, it is hard to believe that this film represents women’s secret desires.

At best, “Baby Girl” is an incel fantasy that imagines a world where women are attracted to bankrupt, disheveled, and immature men who can bring them to sexual nirvana by simply telling them to get on their hands and knees and clean up the mess.

It’s literally a male fantasy for vulgar people. It’s the kind of thing Jim Royle from The Royle Family dreamed up.

That’s at most…

At worst, Baby Girl is actually quite evil. The porn that Romy watches at the beginning of the film has a “daddy-daughter” theme, and Romy’s preference for “sex” mimics this.

I see her putting a hand over her mouth and being touched from behind. Is this some way of eroticizing child abuse and justifying it as a “kink”?

“Good girl,” Samuel tells Romy, as if the middle-aged woman (the “baby girl” of the film’s title) were a child. If it’s too subtle, I’ll include the song “Father Figure.”

It has been reported that Babygirl’s worldwide sales have already exceeded its budget of $20 million. But who is really watching it?

Nicole Kidman said the film aims to show women’s sexual pleasure in its raw form. But this movie isn’t for women, it’s for men, the kind of men who should be some kind of registrant.