This bun came out of the oven a lit­tle early

National Post (Latest Edition) - - POST MOVIES - Chris Knight In­fin­ity Baby opens Nov. 10 in Toronto, Van­cou­ver, Cal­gary and Ot­tawa, with other cities to fol­low.

The f ocal point of t his 7 1- minute movie oc­curs about 19 min­utes in, when a prospec­tive par­ent asks: “What’s the point of tak­ing care of a per­pet­ual baby if it’s not go­ing to grow into a sen­tient be­ing you can in­ter­act with?” To which the re­ply is: “I see you have sev­eral plants, Ly­dia.”

That ex­change needs to be ex­plained. In­fin­ity Baby, film­maker Bob By­ing­ton’s lat­est dark so­cial satire — it was filmed in bleak and white — imag­ines a near fu­ture in which a ge­netic dis­or­der has ren­dered some new­borns in­ca­pable of grow­ing older.

Nick Of­fer­man plays the head of the com­pany that finds peo­ple to look af­ter these in­fants, who also sel­dom eat, cry or poop. Martin Starr and By­ing­ton reg­u­lar Kevin Cor­ri­gan are the hap­less em­ploy­ees on the de­liv­ery side of the busi­ness. And Ben ( Kieran Culkin) is the boss’s nephew, more con­sumed with se­rial dat­ing than his job as a man­ager.

The two story strands — adop­tion and dat­ing — dove­tail some­what mess­ily, al­though one could ar­gue that re­la­tion­ships and ba­bies are just ad­ja­cent Spokey Dokeys on the great bi­cy­cle wheel of life. But the film’s brief run­ning time means nei­ther plot gets the chance to ma­ture.

Sure, there’s a nice bit in which Ben’s lat­est girl­friend finds an un­ex­pected ally in his mom ( Me­gan Mul­lally), and it’s fun to see Of­fer­man do­ing his gruff, off- the- cuff, I- don’t- care rou­tine — I swear, he’s go­ing to wake up one day and dis­cover he’s Bill Mur­ray — but In­fin­ity Baby feels a lit­tle un­der­done. It’s good com­pany while it lasts, but be­fore you know it you’re on your own again.

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