Ninjababy

gets the big stuff right, not only treating its pro-choice stance as a given but allowing the pregnant protagonist to remain unwaveringly against raising a child. the rest is a mixed bag... the friendship with the housemate rings true, particularly their sardonic and absurd nicknames for their former sexual partners ("i should have let him cum on my face" "nah, better to get pregnant than get dick jesus' cum on your face"), while the two male love interests both evade cliché (one is a wholesome nerd whose eyes light up when he realises he can talk about warhammer without her eyes glazing over, and just carries on being chill and supportive throughout which is weirdly rare in these things, while the other is a deadbeat with a "blaze the lord" poster but actually turns out to be a good dad where so many other movies would make him an unambiguous bad guy or abuser). on the other hand, it lazily parks major plot points (the sister who gave up everything to adopt this kid just exits the movie without a fuss, huh?) as it barrels toward the desired denouement, and while the comic strip visual intrusions are creative they're in service of that unfunny blend of potty-mouthed sarcasm and quirk that's been plaguing teen dramedies for decades (boomers try to write millennial/zoomer dialogue without giving off "how do you do, fellow kids" challenge: impossible). still, at least it's not JUNO.