There are sharply observed moments of social intercourse and a nice current of realistic honesty. But when I ask myself what it is that these women in the movie want, I come up with bubkes.

Jellyfish, with its pervasive sense of mysticism, is anything but standard, predictable storytelling. What is it exactly? Well, you might as well ask a jellyfish.

Thematically, it's extremely precise, and one of its most compelling themes is the failure, or uselessness, of language.

Lacking the minimal jellyfish connective tissue required by even a quasi-anthology like this, the movie as a whole just lies there like the limp wet invertebrate for which it's named.