Paris,Texas

In a review on ' Paris, Texas' I read something that resonates with my feelings on this wonderful film: 'There are some films that speak to your heart in ways that words fail to describe. The film seeps into your soul and lingers. It satisfies those tender parts of yourself that you keep under lock and key for fear of vulnerability. But perhaps this inability to describe our undeniable love for these films says something about the greater sense that there are so many things we love and yearn for that don’t even have a face or a name in which to call them—a desperate hunger for something you’ve never tasted, the endless desire for a place you’ve never been, mourning the absence of something never to be regained.'