Up in the sky! Is it a bird? A plane? No, it’s Ricky the flying baby!

The kid looked normal when he was born to Katie (Alexandra Lamy), single mom of a sensitive 7-year-old girl, and Paco (Sergi López of “Pan’s Labyrinth”), a Spaniard who works with her in a cosmetics factory in a bleak French suburb. (They first get it on in a factory restroom.)

But then Ricky sprouts brown, birdlike wings, which allow him to fly.

His fantastical story, told mostly in flashback, takes flight in “Ricky,” by talented French filmmaker Francois Ozon based on a short story set in an American trailer park.

The film begins as a slice of life a la the Dardenne brothers, then morphs into David Lynch territory (remember his “Eraserhead”?).

The film raises issues (like the media frenzy unleashed when Ricky gets loose and flies around a supermarket) that Ozon never fully explores. And the timeline isn’t always clear.

Compared with many of his previous films (like “Swimming Pool” and “Under the Sand”), “Ricky” is lightweight.

Even so, in this season of self-important filmmaking, it’s nice to watch a movie that entertains while refusing to take itself too seriously.