Paris, Texas

Dir: Wim Wenders/W. Germany/France/1984/148 mins/ Dolby stereo

Lps: Harry Dean Stanton, Nastassja Kinski, Dean Stockwell

Wim Wenders has long been recognised as the prime exponent of the 'road movie', and in his latest film he has created what must be the ultimate manifestation of that genre. Travis is a lone figure in an alien landscape. He appears to have no memory, and never speaks. After stumbling into an isolated town, his brother Walt collects him. On the road to Los Angeles, Travis's tongue loosens, and the threads of his memory begin to knit together.

Reunited with his son after many years, Travis sets off once again to find the boy's mother. This is a densely layered film, adapted from 'Motel Chronicles' by Sam Shepard. It investigates 'the demonic attachment of a man for his only woman' and, on the surface, that is what the film is about. It is also a touching study of a father- son relationship, the elements of which give the film some of its funniest and saddest moments. It presents a frightening view of America: a twilight world of motels, automatic banks, and all-night diners. But, at a deeper level, there is a mystical, almost comic undertone, highlighted by Robby Muller's wonderful shots of endless semi-lunar landscapes and in the boy's description of the Earth's creation. This is a sad and disturbing film, and the musical accompaniment to Shepard's 'High Lonesome' by Ry Cooder is the sound of the desert and sleepless nights. The image of Travis riding into the sunset accompanied by Cooder's mournful version of Willie Dixon's 'Dark is the Night' lingers long in the memory. 

JW

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