Hilary Braugher's first movie, the uber-contrived Sticky Fingers of Time (1997), sank with nary a trace — a shame, as it was also a highly original lesbian time-travel science fiction novel with a very, very dry wit. Now Braugher has finally helmed Stephanie Daley, her long-awaited second feature, and, rather than refining the sensibility she introduced nine years ago, it's as if she utterly reinvented her vision, complete with a whole new set of flaws. The story of a pregnant court psychologist (Tilda Swinton) evaluating a teenaged girl (Amber Tamblyn) who killed her newborn baby no one even knew she'd been carrying is ambitiously naturalistic, relying on little cinematic schtick and even less humor. Instead, it dwells, bare-bones, on whether women really do experience an irreversible bond to the young that they conceive. Swinton and Tamblyn do their best with the too-broadly sketched roles, but the tension simmering beneath the surface never really adequately comes to a boil, largely because most of the major events of the film are conveyed in disjointed flashbacks or in conversational references. Such minimalism may be preferable to the big-studio tendency to burden viewers with overexplanations, but Stephanie Daley might be one of the first movies I've ever seen, especially at this festival, where too many babies have been killed.