Just incredible filmmaking, Hitchcock at the peak of his powers in his final truly great film. Real interesting - there's an encompassing sense of economy & directness (Hitchcock shooting it fast and cheap, using his TV crew and treating it like an episode from the Presents show), yet in the midst of a kinda dirty style there's incredible precision and visual eloquence (the disconcerting multi-zoom into Leigh's apartment in the opening scene, the overlays and paranoid driving scenes, those scary sunglasses…
Oh wow, just finished rewatching Paris Texas and the first thing I read about afterwards is the passing of Harry Dean Stanton. :( We were lucky to have him. I love his character of Travis Henderson so, so much. I found such affinity and affection in every part he played, but never more than here in what he helped make one of the all time great American movies. The tenderness and love and pathos just oozed out of Harry Dean. He was a one in a million.
Kinda hellish to sit through. Some nice ideas though, breathtaking (on occasion) vision of the future. Clunky writing. Too much Gosling.
I don't think Villeneuve's Fincher-lite direction (wide masters, push-ins, throbbing electronic soundtrack) works anywhere nearly as well at creating tension and discomfort as he thinks it does.