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…
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.…
Wim Wenders Paris, Texas is the closes I seen to a perfect film (I needed to put that out there).
In a time of fast cuts, is good to see Wim Wender taking his time and allowing the film to breath giving weight to every scene.
The cinematography is exquisite, I could pause any scene and hang it on my wall, the use of color gives the film itself a life of it's own.
Paris, Texas is a haunting film of endless melancholia and redemption, a film that will stay with you for a long time.
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.
I haven't cried this much during a movie since the time I watched Ikiru. This thing had me sobbing. Like full on sobbing. Like whimper and wrap my arms around my knees kind of sobbing. That kind.
Paris, Texas is an anomalous little film from Wim Wenders about this dude Travis who comes wandering out of the Texan desert after four years of running from the world. That might sound like a bit of a dull setup, but trust me when I say it's anything but.
Carl Jung once said that loneliness isn't not having people around you; it's being unable to communicate the things that you feel are vitally important to you. I know this is true more than…
In Paris, Texas Shepard/Wenders portray a country in which human relationships and emotions are lost and modernity in shape of endless roads, gigantic bridges, sky scrapers and highways have emptied people of their feelings, the loneliness and depression of modern men and women are the souvenirs of the modern industrial world, the buildings and cars are representing a cold and cruel world in which values such as love and family are no longer available. The depression and anxiety of individuals have made a society which seems to be on the verge of nervous breakdown, a society in which people have problems relating with each other, love turns into jealousy and anger and results in the final downfall of human soul,…
"He run through the flames towards the only two people that he loved.
But they were gone."
Ah, even better on the second viewing.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say fantastic cinematography.
Thought this film told a good story. I enjoyed the performances and thought that the cast worked well together. A lot of the scenes were pretty. Really enjoyed the scenes between Stanton and his son and Stanton and Kinski. Good film.
A beautiful, bittersweet film that melds family ties and dusty scenes of the American West. Harry Dean Stanton is, as always, superb.
Everything about this movie is perfect, OK? That's about all I can say. It's a masterclass, it's perfection, it's champagne-caviar-Maserati filmmaking. Harry Dean Stanton's uncanny lead performance; the cinematography, evoking the American West in heart-breaking pastel brilliance; and Ry Cooder's minimalist soundtrack. It soars, hooking seamlessly into a terrific story of love and loss.
Paris, Texas is a grueling, contemplative tale of redemption. From its somber score and deliberately-slow pace to its solemn tone and enigmatic cinematography, the film transports us into the mind of Travis Henderson by exerting each of the film's components into an illustration of his reality.
The film is meticulously structured to progress only when its protagonist breaks through each stage of his journey. At first, the film seems to be lost in its own ambiguity much like Travis as he meanders through the barren landscapes of South Texas. Whether he is simply wandering or has a destination is unclear, leading to the impression of unpredictability as to where the film may end up. Many questions arise, yet the film…
I really didn't know what to expect with this, as I had always heard good things I had pretty high hopes but the story always seemed very vague. Overall I have to say I was slightly disappointed with this and maybe that was due to my expectations, but there is a hell of a lot I enjoyed about the film and maybe its just one of those slow burners that I need to have a think about and come back to later in life because there is certainly a lot of memorable moments I would like to revisit.
The story is a simple one as Harry Dean Stanton's Travis (Who I have since found out was the basis of the…
Wim Wenders uncovers heartache in every moment, every detail. Great use of the colour green.
As a non-American I find it difficult to appreciate "Americana". Images created to evoke familiarity or nostalgia mostly seem alien to me. Despite this personal shortcoming, I greatly appreciated every other aspect of Wim Wenders' Paris, Texas.
Harry Dean Stanton is excellent (how the hell didn't he win any awards for this performance?) and Natassja Kinski isn't far behind. Even the kid manages to be OK! Even as a mute, Stanton manages to give us so much through his body language and face.
Paris, Texas is technically impeccable. Robby Müller's cinematography work is stunning. Simply an extremely beautiful film: beautiful landscapes, cityscapes, small towns...the scene on the bridge...and pretty much every shot in the final 20 minutes was jaw-droppingly good.…