One Sings, the Other Doesn't

Without being accused of gratuitous nastiness (as rightly prohibited in the IMDb guidelines), can I just say how disappointing, to the point of hostility, I found this film, especially as I think its director's brilliant early work is in desperate need of re-evaluation. This film has none of her virtues - the mix of spontaneity with supreme formal control; the contrast between the privileging of heroine's subjectivity and ironic objectivity.

Instead, this is a formless, rambling picaresque, using two female friends to chart feminism throughout the 60s and 70s. Many of the film's arguments seem to me anti-feminist; the songs are largely sub-Joan Baez and intolerable; the lack of any ironic intelligence countering the optimism and platitudes is patronising; and I still can't believe the rather tactless Eurovision-style song about abortion.