This erotic melodrama is self-consciously arty and unmemorably pretentious.
Kate (Kelly Lynch) slices her wrists from boredom. Escaping from the hospital, she boards a bus to a bar in the desert and drinks herself silly. The next day she awakens next to "the guy" (Barry Tubb), a cheerful drifter she married while blotto. He sets up a modest homestead in an abandoned ruin,
and, sensing a maternal urge in his instant wife, he steals a baby. She forces him to take the child back, and while he's gone Kate finds his gun. He explains he was jilted by his previous girlfriend so he shot her dead. For her catharsis, Kate admits a basic disappointment with everything, and...