When I first saw the Paris Texas I was doing my A Levels, I was about 17. The film had a huge emotional impact on me. More so than any film has since. At that time my life had barely started, I had yet to fall in love, had never even left the North East. I had experienced loss though, with the death of my mother. Maybe that is why the film affected me so deeply, I wept and wept. Parts seemed unfathomably sad, the loneliness and fragility of the characters was something I could identify with. The beauty of the cinematography and the soundtrack took my breath away.
I can remember the next day, on the bus to Peterlee Sixth Form College, I felt deeply changed be the experience of watching such a very personal and eloquent film.