All languid, iconic shots and a slowly unravelling mystery that never quite unravels, you may sit down to watch Paris, Texas aware that you’re watching one of the most revered movies of modern times and be profoundly disappointed.

But here’s the most interesting thing about the movie; there’s hardly a word of swearing (in fact, Bettie scolds a colleague for the language in a bawdy song), no blood, no violence, hardly even a raised voice, yet the film’s rated MA. Have we really come so far in 50 years?

It consists in the first instance of getting laid, and most of the film deals with Edmond’s education about the underworld — it’s a dangerous place, and not dissimilar to the one he knows. Down here, he’s still surrounded by people trying to separate him from his money by any means necessary.