Kings of the Road keeps coming back into my life. First saw it in my early teens. On VHS. It was two tapes long. I accidentally watched the second tape first. Watched it w/ my first love years later. Saw it at the BFI not much short of a decade after that. Now the Criterion Blu-ray. It is a movie about the road, sure. But it is preeminently a movie about being a man, and every time I pass it I am a new set of eyes.
Another beautiful, simple & gentle road-movie by WW about 2 nostalgic souls sharing some of the roads (be it physical venture into the unknown or mental longing for something irretrievable) we stumble upon while running through our lives that seem to be as useless and exciting at the same time as the movies screened in the doomed and forgotten cinemas. Orgasmic soundtrack.
All journeys made are made to the childhood. Our life is a journey rooted from childhood. We try to discover the heavenly earth we found in our childhood, in the rest of our life. Real journeys also involves a making account oneself. All journeys are made to oneself. I love Wenders.
Being conceptually static and compelled to be a connection, european road can only simulate american one. Except all these gas station signboards and Coke automats it has nothing to offer to american on-the-road spirit with its sliding-like motion style and carefree driving. Gothic churches will never become wayside motels. That's that. But the movie is good anyway.