Advance word had Palindromes as Todd Solondz's most shocking film, with its matter-of-fact depictions of a teenage girl getting pregnant, having a botched abortion, being anally raped, falling in with do-gooder Christians who've hired a hit man to off an abortionist, and other assorted perversions. The diehards who actually see the film -- and one gets the sense that Solondz's is a cult of dwindling proportions -- will argue amongst themselves whether the filmmaker is for or against abortion, or even the right to choose. So horrific are his depictions of both sides of the argument that either side could make a good case. The heroes are villains, the villains are heroes, and in between are the innocents who become casualties in their wars waged in the names of morality and righteousness. Whatever. The point, says the film, is that we never change, no matter what we look like; we do not evolve; we do not grow or learn; we give nothing and take nothing. Solondz may buy it, may not -- who knows, and who cares?