Movie Review: Paris, Texas (1984)

Genre: Drama  

Director: Wim Wenders  

Starring: Harry Dean Stanton, Nastassja Kinski, Dean Stockwell  
Running Time: 147 minutes  

Synopsis: Travis (Harry Dean Stanton) walks out of the West Texas desert four years after abandoning his family. His brother Walt (Dean Stockwell) is summoned to fetch him, and the two men drive back to Los Angeles where Walt and his wife Anne (Aurore Clément) have been caring for Travis' son Hunter. After Travis tentatively re-establishes a bond with his child, he sets out to search for his wife Jane (Nastassja Kinski), who also disappeared four years prior. 

What Works Well: Director Wim Wenders and writer Sam Shepard take a long, and hard, look at the state of masculinity in the west. In the shape of Travis, they define a mostly silent crisis built on an inability to communicate and cohabitate, but also a deep conviction that a form of imperfect redemption is possible. Augmented by stellar Robby Müller cinematography and a comfortably nervous Ry Cooder music score, the desert terrain that forged a mythically heroic western persona now spits out a broken man who has lost everything but is still determined to make amends. In a career filled with character roles, Harry Dean Stanton achieves a captivating highlight as an emotionally battered average man, as does Nastassja Kinski as a young wife and mother doing what she must to survive.

What Does Not Work As Well: The final act is a compelling tour-de-force of vulnerability shared in separation, but also defaults to describing rather than showing the demons at the heart of Travis' crisis. 

Key Quote:

Jane (to Travis): I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice.

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