*sustained, wistful, sad sigh*
A forever favorite. There are two shots where Setsuko Hara doesn’t smile and one where she tries to and fails. All three destroy me. This is my fourth viewing, and it has taken me this many times to realize that Hara’s smile is usually her putting on a brave face for her father. And now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go cry enough to fill a well.
One of those films that you like, but wish was another movie. I wanted more landscapes. More time with Travis alone in the desert. Time to feel his soles worn through and to wonder what could cause a man to commit to such solitude. I forgot how quickly the film jumps to Walt scooping up Travis. It’s clear Wenders preferred giving time to the direct human conflicts rather than their internal manifestations in Travis’s imprecise spirit quest to address his…
Undeniably catchy and clever in construction, pleasantly saturated, strikingly reverent of its references, impressively crafted, yet something I feel guilty about liking, and I suspect will seem more anemic as time passes.
