
Paris, Texas
Instead watching another ME’s outfit lecture yesterday, I watched a movie. I felt a little bad about not sticking to my plan of watching a lecture per day but oh boy it was so worth it.
When I saw the film, I said it did not hit home. It didn’t touch my feelings in the same way that, say, “The Darjeeling Limited” did, and it never made me cry or burst into anger. But “Paris, Texas” was damn close to it. I thought it was beautiful, well-written and, as Roger Ebert put it – “true, deep and brilliant”. Considering how much I hated “Der Himmel über Berlin”, I was astonished to see how much I loved the film.
The one detail that singlehandedly catapulted “Paris, Texas” into my almost-favorites is the fact that, just like “In the Mood for Love”, it has a character who imagines herself talking to somebody else. Just like “In the Mood for Love” where the main character imagine how it would be if they separated, Jane imagines how it would be if she talked to Travis. And then she realizes that, in the moment she actually could talk to him, that she didn’t know what to say. That is exactly what is meant with “true, deep and brilliant”. People do that (or at least I do) and such a simple detail in somebody’s life describes humanity in all its glory, creativity and emptiness. “Paris, Texas” is a simple film, using mostly simple shots, yet at the same time it creates an amazing atmosphere with the landscapes of Texas and the camera angles (such as driving into the city through the view of a child in the car).
Apart from that, I am unable to say a single bad word about the film. I didn’t think it was slow at all, and I also don’t think that nothing happened in the film. Au contraire, I thought it was full of character development and suspense. It also had a pretty straight-forward story – guy finds son and then goes on to find his wife.
I am in love with Nastassja Kinski. I think her face has some fascinating trait that puts her on par with Ingrid Bergman. She’s not just simply beautiful, there is something about her that makes me crazy about her almost not moving face and her intense glaze. She doesn’t necessarily have to look into the camera though, I think she even looks awesome in a shot like this.
Lately, I’ve been wondering if I tend to have a habit to say too many good things about movies. But then again, I wouldn’t watch a movie without the expectation that it will be good somehow, right? As for “Paris, Texas”, it absolutely deserves its high standing in everybody’s opinion, including mine. Now I am almost willing to see “Der Himmel über Berlin” again, because I want to see its sequel, “In weiter Ferne, so nah!”







