I like Badlands, but the strange thing is, I don't know why. The more I
think about it, the story wasn't all that much chop, neither was the
acting or... I don't know. The whole thing had an amateur feel to it. A
rushed feel, almost.
But something about it conveyed this sense of adventure. There's a
spirit in there somewhere which leaps out to say hello, then coyly hides
behind a bush. I don't know what I'm talking about. I don't remember
much of the film. But I do remember inexpicably liking it, and that's
all I've got to say.
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