"Sorry, Baby" is a Masterful Look at the Emotions of Life
From the cinematography to the script to the acting, Sorry, Baby is undoubtedly one of the best films of the year.

Pounding waves spray black sand beaches. Tall coconut trees and lush tropical flowers sway in soft island breezes. Director David Hempling leads the pick of Raging Stallion's sensually exotic stable of performers as they suck, frolic, and fuck out in the open, under aqua blue skies on THE BIG ISLAND.
From the cinematography to the script to the acting, Sorry, Baby is undoubtedly one of the best films of the year.
Facing the world with our fair share of uncertainties and/or apprehensions, many of which, sadly, may be well-founded, is nothing to sneeze at. Influenced and buffeted by the constant barrage of social media, fake news, and general upheaval present in our contemporary reality, what IS real and what's not becomes a blur.
It took writers D.B Weiss and David Benioff two years to give us a promising final season. Two. Years. It was just going to be six episodes, which was short considering that all the other seasons — except season 7 — were 10 episodes. 10. 6 wasn’t enough, and even HBO wanted to give the writers more episodes. More seasons, even. However, the writers wanted to get out of the show as quickly as possible to work on other projects. This abruptness is clearly shown in this season.
Acutely funny and always well-intentioned, Last Week Tonight has a lot of heart for a satirical-news program.