Under the pretense of feminism. "One Sings, the Other Doesn't" exalts a boarding school way of life, in which being best friends consist of helping each other rebel against parents and commiserating over boyfriends who turn up to be icky.

Agnes Varda's film celebrates the adolescent viewpoint: One's parents are meanies who don't understand about sex; one's children are toys to be cuddled when needed, like stuffed animals in a dormitory bed. The only honest thing is one's own precious feelings. The greatest achievement is to be, as the second generation of this type puts it, "uraiment cool."

And this is called "the family of women." Or is it anti-feminist propaganda about what women would be like if they were really free?

The One Who Sings, Apple (Pomme), wanders about, alternately chanting the joys of abortion and of pregnancy, and keeping up what we are assured is a strong bond by postcard with the One Who Doesn't. After spending some months playing princess in Iran, she marries an Iranian and then deserts him on the grounds of national machismo, which she had not noticed until the night he inquired after his dinner.

The problem is not only that they love one another, they say, but that she is pregnant and they both want the baby.Apple comes up with a solution: He may take the baby home with him, provided he impregnates her again before he leaves, and then "We'll each have one."

See? Isn't life simple when you're young and free?