Early in the film, just as the plot begins to set, the young man back from the war leans in to kiss his brother’s wife. The young man back from the war is very young. He has a long beard with split ends, but his skin is ruddy and his lips are red and his teeth are thick and strong. His brother and wife are even younger and in the parlance of Hollywood, you wonder how young they can be? Are they still teenagers. We don’t know the actors in this film. The young man kisses his brother’s wife while his brother is having a tantrum in the forest. The car broke down and rather than fix it and get back to civilization they continue into the forest as planned. The clean-shaven younger brother is beset by responsibility and yells at his wife and yells at his brother. “You don’t care about the what is real out here. We have a broken car and I have to get back to the grill in a week.” They laugh at him. A week! Who knows what will be in a weeks a time. He stamps into the forest. As they watch him go they are still laughing and the laughter is in the dark trees, in the moss. The older brother kisses the wife and she draws back and shakes her head. “Too late, my friend. You snooze you lose.” She wears a white dress and hiking boots, and so the white fabric is nearly glowing in the dark shadows of the spruce and maple trees. She stands in the grey leafy darkness, a glowing shape, and then walks rapidly after her husband who is still hollering in the distance. It is difficult to hear what he is saying – but the sound is harsh. For some time a xylophone has been playing a single note and the note grows a bit louder and then we watch them in three minutes of quick cuts cross flowing rivers of water silver and black, pass through dark green, black, and grey stands of trees, sit on a blanket in a crowded thicket of brilliant white birch trees with black scabs and long spirals of peeling bark and then at long last they arrive at a cabin on top of a mountain overlooking a wild valley with a massive mountain and white, glittering glaciers. Wild flowers crowd the meadow in front of the cabin, tiny fluttering red moths dance in the sunlight. “Maybe we never need to go back,” the young man says. In the bright light the three of them stand together regarding each other. That night the young man has noisy sex with his wife. The older, bearded brother goes outside to smoke a cigarette and listens to them still, and the sound of the river.