Jillane and Bradley have one thing in common: they both have pasts they want to escape. She’s a former star of niche porn. He’s a reformed Nazi skinhead. No matter how hard they try, no matter how far they run, they can’t seem to get away from who they were and what they’ve done.
But maybe this is all a matter of perspective. Maybe escaping the past isn’t a big deal compared to escaping a farmyard full of fucked-up monsters crawling out of an old lady’s moldy eye socket.
Or maybe it still is.
