It's a girl. They're so troubling to the anxious grandmother pacing in the hospital waiting room that she needs to confirm them with another nurse. The relatives will be furious.
Women scramble through streets, dodging cops like fugitives.
A mix of the poetic and the polemic, the film is oddly abstract and untethered, with men little more than anonymous authority figures and women rarely more than roughly sketched martyrs. Constructed as a roundelay, the film drifts from one plight to another with an easy grace. One young woman has to fast-talk a ticket salesman into securing a seat on a bus out of town because he is not allowed to sell tickets to single, unaccompanied women. The prisonlike imagery of the opening scene becomes literal by the last scene. The tiny opening is shut tight with a clang that reverberates through the credits and beyond.