Badlands

“One day, while taking a look at some vistas in Dad’s stereopticon, it hit me that I was just this little girl, born in Texas, whose father was a sign painter and who had only just so many years to live. It sent a chill down my spine, and I thought: Where would I be this very moment if Kit had never met me? Or killed anybody? This very moment. If my Mom had never met my Dad? If she’d of never died? And what’s the man I’ll marry going to look like? What’s he doing right this minute? Is he thinking about me now, by some coincidence, even though he doesn’t know me? Does it show on his face? For days afterward I lived in dread. At times I wished I could fall asleep and be taken off to some magical land, but this never happened.”

"Kit knew the end was coming. He wondered if he’d hear the doctor pronounce him dead, or if he’d be able to read what the papers would say about him, the next day, from the other side. He dreaded the idea of being shot down alone, he said, without a girl to scream out his name.”

Je me suis rapidement rendue compte que décrire un film ne menait à rien, je l'ai trouvé bon, allez le voir ! Le premier film de l'acteur désormais incontournable Terrence Malick traite d'un fait divers des années 50 aux EU sur la cavale de deux jeunes gens laissant 11 morts sur leur chemin avant d'être arrêtés. Tableau dressé. C'est avant tout un film à la poésie désarmante, aux personnages déroutants, laconiques et mystérieux, aux connotations prônées et assumées. Tant sur le plan visuel et narratif j'ai vécu un grand moment de cinéma assise dans la salle sublime de Max Linder. Je suis maintenant prête pr The Tree Of Life.