A sad, crazy-beautiful, cinematic poetry. Wim Wenders best work. Strong and powerful love can be suffocating. In the process, sometimes we can't help ourselves but hurt those who loves us or the one's that we love.
It's either the mellowing lonesome soundtrack or it's Harry Dean Stanton's reserved, yet sometimes innocently humorous performance that captures my heart. Or, maybe, it's the small moments such as the Super 8 scene or when Travis walks Hunter home from school. This film resonates with my cinephilic soul. It wanders into unexpected paths but Wenders still finds the heart of the story, he makes us walk in Travis shoes.
"Paris, Texas" (which I still pronounce "Parì, Texàs" sometimes) is the epitome of Wenders' colorful-American works: images have a key-role in the movie, without harming either plot or narrative. A movie that can revolve on the anticipation of a conversation that then doesn't bore/disappoint the audience, isn't 'any movie'.
Digital restoration. Again, rewatching a movie that i previously saw on film. Deeply inscribed in the mythology of the journey through the physical North-American territory, turns into a journey through the mind and its labyrinthine derivations, geography-mind in concomitant spatiality, which is, basically, a repository of learning moments: to walk, to see / not see, hear, feel. With Robby Müller's "nuit americaine".