Refreshing look back on one of the several 1970s movements that provided the lifeblood for the decade's rebel youth (women's lib, racial equality, housing rights, gender/orientation issues). Note that here the word used here is "anarchy", whereas now any action contrary to the status quo is branded as "terrorism". You spray-paint a slave-trading patriarch's statue in the town square, and you're suddenly a terrorist. The commendably enterprising director Lowthorpe did a sincere job here, and finally the otherwise unwatchable Knightley is well-cast as a dowdy version of herself, an upper middle-class woman desperate to connect with the real world. Note that none of her campaigning companions had her comfy bourgeois safety-net if things ran foul. The said "cattle market" is still ingrained in today's "advanced" society: mothers triumph over unwed or childless women, so be warned, a fair quota of the enduring fault lies amidst female society itself. Anyways, an engaging outing, if slack on guts.