Though only minutely related to my journey to san francisco (it is technically a 'road' movie, after all), I feel as though I have to write some sort of commentary about the unbelievably gorgeous and romantic Paris, Texas which I finally watched last night. Yes, it was very slow (in fact Graham, a normally patient guy grew restless after an hour of it) but made up for its crawling pace with the painful and romantic conversation between travis and jane through mirrored glass in a strip club.
The movie itself was impossibly beautiful - the colors looked like streaming William Eggleston photographs, and Natassja Kinski is quite possibly the second hottest woman in the world (second only to Penelope Cruz).
I adore road movies; I adore tragic, tortured lover movies. Thus, Paris, Texas was close to perfection...
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