“I’m a connoisseur of roads. I’ve been tasting roads my whole life.” So goes the closing lines of one of cinema’s definitive road movies — the heartbreaking, fascinating, utterly strange My Own Private Idaho. Authored by cinematic wunderkind Gus Van Sant at the dawn of the ’90s, the film is a baffling conceptual amalgam: a love story among gay hustlers that reimagines Shakespeare’s Henry IV via Orson Welles’ gonzo adaptation Chimes at Midnight; an acid Western that depicts the subculture of ’90s Portland in the vein of the French New Wave. It is a film that, truly, contains multitudes. Read more at Highsnobiety.