watching movies is a luxury to me nowadays. with work and everything in between i have not been able to catch up with anything good. i managed to watch this last week, and it is always a pleasure to watch terrence malick telling a story of psychopaths. who is the psychopath here - sweet, naive holly who didn't blink an eye when her murderous boyfriend kit kills her father and pretty much everyone they ran into. based on the real case of charles starkweather and his girlfriend caril ann fugate murder spree in 1958, this story is a canvas of isolation and alienation, where nothing matters and the characters is hardly human save for the human mask that they have on their faces.
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