directed by Wim Wenders
Paris, Texis, combines three of my favorite things: Sam Shepard, Harry Dean Stanton and wide open, ruggedly beautiful landscapes. It doesn’t hurt when such talent like Wim Wenders (Wings of Desire) is behind the camera, filling the empty spaces with so much visual storytelling that a look says more than pages of dialogue. Harry Dean Stanton nails this role like Mickey Rourke nailed The Ram in Darren Aronofsky’s The Wrestler, beautifully underplaying the role of Travis, a severely introverted man estranged from his brother, his ex wife and his son. When he turns up after several years, on a quest to find a plot of land he purchased in Paris, Texas, Travis reunites with his family and son and tries to makes sense of just what happened between him and his wife. Sam Shepard’s wonderful story finds a perfect fit with Wim Wenders, and the result is true magic.