Port of Call proffers a social outrage drama akin to Bergman’s earlier It Rains on Our Love, but lacks that film’s sense of whimsy. Jönsson charms as a troubled factory girl desperate to escape her life, but I struggled with Eklund as a dock worker who can’t forgive Jönsson’s past. His stoic countenance through most of the film borders on opaque, robbing his talky, emotive third-act tirade of its impact. Given the similarities to It Rains on Our Love, this feels like a step backward for Bergman.