The singers, Mickey Baker and Sylvia Vanterpool, tease each other, particularly in the spoken-word section: “Sylvia!” “Yes, Mickey.” “How do you call your Lover Boy?” “Come here, Lover Boy!” “And if he doesn’t answer?” “Oh, Lover Boy!” It’s impossible to imagine Kit or Holly saying those words.īadlands, Terrence Malick’s 1973 feature debut, is loosely based on the 1958 killing spree of Charles Starkweather, who wreaked havoc across Nebraska and Wyoming with his fourteen-year-old girlfriend Caril Ann Fugate in tow. Cooing turns into a growl of need, before transforming back into cooing, wheedling, role-playing. Their feelings run the opposite of hot, conflicting with the lyrics of “Love Is Strange,” a duet of love, desire, and demands. Jitterbugging involves lots of touching, grabbing, hand-holding, In the stroll, boysĪnd girls face each other in two separate lines, moving sideways across theĭance floor. Version of “the stroll,” one of the hot dances of the era. He keeps his body close to hers, but they don’t World was like a faraway planet to which I could never return.” When theyĭance, she remains far away, her arms crooked at the elbows, wrists danglingĭown, her face detached. Her voice-over is unsettlingly deadpan: “The We think the ties that bind us to our lives have substance,Ĭarry weight, but she slips out of the bonds of her life as easily as walking Spacek), in cold blood, as she stood by watching. He has killed the father of his girlfriend, Holly (Sissy Mickey & Sylvia’s 1956 hit song “Love Is Strange” surges into the air with its swooning harmonies:īy this point in Badlands, we’ve seen what the man, Kit (Martin He’s in a T-shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. She’s barefoot, in a red and white dress. She sits in the grass, experimenting with makeup, jabbing eyeliner on her eyelids. The killer and his girlfriend, on the run from the law, hide in the forest, underneath a hastily built treehouse. He was like an outrider of what America might become.” Stephen King “The very first time I saw a picture of, I knew I was looking at the future.
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