When I watch My Own Private Idaho I feel a profound nostalgia for the person I was, for the city I loved.
When it comes to queer tragedy, there is nothing more affecting and unusual than Gus Van Sant’s beautiful, dreamlike slice of strange Americana, My Own Private Idaho.
Home—either the endless quest for it, or the pushing away from its trappings—runs through My Own Private Idaho just as much as any road does.
