Holly portrays her life as though she’s written work mash fiction. “Little did I understand,” she lets us know, “that what started in the rear ways and back methods for this peaceful town would end in the Badlands of Kain.” It is the pondering story voice that waits underneath all of Terrence Malick’s movies, here and there implicit: Human lives lessen underneath the all-encompassing grandness of the world.
Holly is rehearsing her rod spinning on the front garden when she meets Kit. She is 15. He is 25, and has quite recently strolled off his occupation as a junk jockey. We never learn anything about his prior years. He leaves no place, sees her, and breadths her up in his hurricane. Inside of a day or two he has shot her dad dead, set her home ablaze, and they are on the keep running crosswise over South Dakota.