SilentDawn’s review published on Letterboxd:
"To say Harry Dean Stanton is a treasure would be underselling the burst of quality and class which emerges from his presence. Roger Ebert once said, “No movie featuring either Harry Dean Stanton or M. Emmet Walsh in a supporting role can be altogether bad.” His face raises stature, provides a lived-in experience, and accentuates process and professionalism. Its withered cracks and monumental creaks of understanding offer a grounded perspective on magic, as if the Hollywood Star took a day job. But such a complexion rarely receives a singular spotlight. Aside from Lucky, John Carroll Lynch's directorial debut currently running the festival circuit, and the magnetic undercurrent of Repo Man, Stanton is mostly known as a character actor, albeit a vibrant, scene-stealing one. But Paris, Texas, directed by Wim Wenders and written for the screen by Sam Shepard, poses the question of why more prominent, in-focus lead performances weren’t in the cards for Stanton."
Paris, Texas will make you cry. That much is certain. It will, also, teach you about America's emotional fabric. Harry Dean's eyes do much of the leg work.
Full piece over at Talk Film Society: www.talkfilmsociety.com/articles/a-face-on-a-pedestal-harry-dean-stanton-in-paris-texas