All the films from all the editions, including those subsequently removed, presently totalling 1167. An easy way of seeing how…
A place for dreams. A place for heartbreak. A place to pick up the pieces.
A man wanders out of the desert not knowing who he is. His brother finds him, and helps to pull his memory back of the life he led before he walked out on his family and disappeared four years earlier.
"And the LORD spake unto Moses and Aaron, Because ye believed me not, to sanctify me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore ye shall not bring this congregation into the land which I have given them."
Thus, did Moses wander the desert for 40 years. And though he was allowed to see the promised land, he was not able to enter it. His only solace was leading others to it, that they might enter and lead a better life than him.
Wenders and Stanton wiped me out with this one. Hopefully I'll one day flesh out the correlations implied above, but for now, the possibility that Wenders has so masterfully woven analogies to the Torah in…
"I knew these people. These two people. They were in love with each other. The girl was very young, about 17 or 18, I guess. And the guy was quite a bit older. He was kind of raggedy and wild. And she was very beautiful, you know... And together they turned everything into a kind of adventure. And she liked that. Just an ordinary trip down to the grocery store was full of adventure. They were always laughing at stupid things. He liked to make her laugh, and they didn't much care for anything else because all they wanted to do was be with each other. They were always together... Yes, they were, they were real happy. And he, he…
Watching Wim Wender's visual lullaby Paris, Texas for the first time, I was reminded how incredible it can be to enter a film knowing very little.
I've been aware of Paris, Texas since Primal Scream sampled a line of dialogue on a favourite song of mine, (I'm Coming Down' from '91's Screamadelica) and with its content, i'd only ever noted the film as being the definitive 'road movie'. That is all the information I carried in with me.
By the end credits I knew, felt even, that i'd just seen something very special. I'd been a passenger to Wim's driver for the duration (2 and half hours), clueless to where the film would go next but absolutely in love with…
A man, so defeated by heartbreak, wanders the desert for four years in an attempt to...
...to what? Find the words? Forget? Escape? We all have felt like this before. Something so overwhelmingly difficult presents itself to us and all we want to do is run away. Just leave. Forget everything and everyone and just fucking walk away. I cannot tell you how many times I've wanted to drop my entire life and go live in the woods. I've been on the verge of destroying my computer and TV and bed and shoes and clothes and simply walking out of town into the wilderness, away from the stifling confines of civilization and its concrete jungles. I want a natural jungle.…
The broad empty landscapes of dusky Southern American seem impossible to fill, such is the scope and size of the land. Yet one man has walked for what seems like forever, a solitary figure burning with quiet determination, pervading everything around him. With the remnants of home laying far behind life can only move on when this journey is at an end.
The mystery that lies underneath this man's sad, deep brown eyes is in no hurry to reveal itself. Four years spent wandering figuratively and literally through the wilderness has left it buried deep inside, its burning coals the only thing to sustain him for so long. Any tears have long been dried out…
The Good: Flat-out stunning cinematography by Robby Müller. All those landscapes and vibrant colors... Wow. This is definitely one of the most gorgeous-looking films ever made. Incredible performances from Harry Dean Stanton, Nastassja Kinski, and Hunter Carson. Haunting slide guitar score by Ry Cooder. Masterful direction by Wim Wenders. Excellent writing by Sam Shepard and L.M. Kit Carson. Perfect pacing. The peep booth scenes. And that monologue... Fuck, it's like a sledgehammer to the heart. Top it off with a bittersweet ending and I'm left in pieces, completely awestruck.
The Bad: Nothing major. Acting is a little iffy at spots during the first half, most notably Aurore Clément's.
The Bottom Line: Heartbreak has never been more beautiful. If you have yet to see this cinematic masterpiece, you're missing out, big time. Paris, Texas is one of those films that will forever be imprinted in your heart and mind. Essential viewing.
Great Performances, well drawn out characters, beautiful cinematography and great direction what's not to love.
I watched this film some time ago and I'm finally getting around to reviewing it. Yeah, time man, where the hell did it went?
What to begin with? This film has one of the greatest screenplays not only of the 80's but of all time and I'm honestly shocked how it didn't even get an Oscar Nomination. I simply love films that are mainly based on dialogue and that are able to pull it off so well that they're better than almost any type of special effect. This is one of those times. Not only that but the story is absolutely amazing, especially to what it builds up to.
The score is magnificent and incredibly melodic, especially with the use…
Una auténtica maravilla. Lo más cercano a la perfección hecha cine. Un cúmulo de sensaciones y sentimientos difíciles de explicar. Inolvidable.
I came into this film knowing nothing about it, and found something vividly beautiful and unforgettable.
This is one of those movies that, while you're watching it, reminds you of some of the many things that made you fall in love with cinema to begin with. Gorgeous and meaningful dialogue that makes you think... beautiful cinematography coupled with a soundtrack that knows just the right notes to hit so that what you're seeing on screen and feeling inside you come together in blissful harmony.
Paris, Texas offers much to love, but it also offers much to learn about yourself and the relationships we have with other people.
“I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you.”
The director's comentary is well worth the watch
Every frame of this film feels like it belongs in an art gallery; elegant, contemplative and truly unique.
Probably the most perfect film I've ever watched. Would not change a thing about it. Masterclass by Wim Wenders. Beautiful in every way.
A rather simple, but engaging plot. Perfectly paced with good performances.
Uma obra-prima em tantos níveis que é difícil até começar a caminhar.
Recently, I've become aware that certain films are able to transcend the medium by being completely self-assured in their atmospheres…