Shout! has refurbished this camp dud with a beautiful and informative new home-video release.
It’s good that we’re now able to see the film as originally intended, if only to recognize its thoroughly contemptible cultural sensibilities.
A haunting certified copy of one man’s disintegrating life—blinding in its fragmented treatment of artificial self-representation.
In the crawlspace between the mockumentary and the documentary, there exists a group of movies that can tentatively be described as “false cinema.”
Paris, Texas may be missing a crucial piece of authentic Americana, but it still evokes an America most Americans yearn to gaze on.
Paris, Texas belongs to the rare tradition of American art that actually fills me with nostalgic love for the sleepy Southwest.