95 min, Rated PG, Color. Drama/Crime
They meet for the first time when she is in her front
yard practicing baton-twirling. He has just walked off his job on a garbage truck. She
thinks he is the handsomest man she's ever seenhe looks just like James Dean. He
likes her because he never knew a fifteen-year-old who knew so much: "She could talk
like a grown-up woman, without a lot of giggles." Within a few weeks, they will be
the targets of a manhunt after he has shot down half a dozen victims.
Terrence Malick's BADLANDS calls them Kit and Holly, but his characters are inspired, of
course, by Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate. They went on a wild ride in 1958
that ended with eleven people shot dead. The press named him the Mad Dog Killer, and
Sunday supplement psychoanalysts said he killed because the kids at school kidded him
about his bowlegs. Starkweather got the electric chair on June 25, 1959. From time to time
a story appears about Caril Fugate's appeals to her parole board. She was sentenced to
She claimed she was kidnapped and forced to go along with Starkweather.
When they first were captured, he asked the deputies to leave her alone: "She didn't
do nothing." Later, at his trial, he claimed she was the most trigger-happy person he
ever knew, and was responsible for some of the killings. It is a case that is still not
closed, although BADLANDS sees her as a child of vast simplicity who went along at first
because she was flattered that he liked her: "I wasn't popular at school on account
of having no personality and not being pretty."
The film is tied together with her narration, written like an account
of summer vacation crossed with the breathless prose style of a movie magazine. Some of
the dialogue is loosely inspired by a book written by James Reinhardt, a criminologist who
interviewed Starkweather on death row. Starkweather was offended by his death sentence. He
viewed his crimes with total uninvolvement and asked how it was fair for him to die before
he'd even been to a big city, or eaten in a fine restaurant, or seen a major-league game.
That's what the movie captures, too: The detachment with which Kit views his killings, as
Holly eventually draws away from him. He gets no pleasure from killing. He sees it only as
necessary. He offers explanations which satisfy her for a while: "I killed them
because they was bounty hunters who wanted the reward money. If they was policemen, just
being paid for doing their job, that would have been different."
The movie makes no attempt to psychoanalyze its Kit Carruthers, and there are no symbols
to note or lessons to learn. What comes through more than anything is the enormous
loneliness of the lives these two characters lived, together and apart. He is ten years
older than she is, but they're both caught up in the same adolescent love fantasy at
first, as if Nat King Cole would always be there to sing "A Blossom Fell" on the
portable radio while they held their sweaty embrace. He would not. To discourage his
daughter from seeing "the kind of a man who collects garbage," her father
punishes her by shooting her dog. She is "greatly distressed."
Kit is played by Martin Sheen, in one of the great modern film performances. He looks like
James Dean, does not have bowlegs, and plays the killer as a plain and simple soul who has
somehow been terribly damaged by life (the real Starkweather, his father explained at the
time, was never quite right after being hit between the eyes with a two-by-four). Holly is
played by the freckle-faced redhead Sissy Spacek. She takes her schoolbooks along on the
murder spree so as not to get behind. She is in love with Kit at first, but there is a
stubborn logic in her makeup and she eventually realizes that Kit means trouble. "I
made a resolution never again to take up with any hell-bent types," she confides.
After the first murder and their flight, they never have any extended conversations about
anything, nor are they seen to make love, nor is their journey given any symbolic meaning.
They hope to reach refuge in the "Far North," where Kit might find employment as
a mounted policeman. They follow their case in the newspapers, become aware of themselves
as celebrities, and, in a brilliant scene at the end, the captured Kit hands out his comb,
his lighter, and his ball-point pen as souvenirs to the National Guardsmen who had been
The movie is very reserved in its attitude toward the characters. It observes them, most
of the time, dispassionately. They are strange people, as were their real-life models;
they had no rationalizations like Dillinger's regard for the poor or Bonnie and Clyde's
ability to idealize themselves romantically. They were just two dumb kids who got into a
thing and didn't have the sense to stop. They're something like the kids in Robert
Altman's THIEVES LIKE US and the married couple in THE SUGARLAND EXPRESS. They are in over
their heads, incapable of understanding murder as a crime rather than a convenience,
inhabitants of lives so empty that even their sins cannot fill them.
Roger Ebert Review, Cinemania 97
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