
1984 · Wim Wenders
How Paris, Texas has been received, argued over, and remembered.
It won the Palme d'Or at Cannes in 1984 and was embraced in Europe, while its American release was modest and some US critics bristled at a German's melancholy take on their own West. Four decades on it's fully canonised — routinely called Wenders' masterpiece and one of the defining films of the 1980s.
The perennial debate: does Wenders' outsider eye see America more truthfully than Americans do, or is this a European's romanticised postcard of desert loneliness — plus the eternal 'transcendent or just slow?' split over its pacing.
Travis in his red cap trudging through the desert, Nastassja Kinski in that pink mohair sweater, and Ry Cooder's aching slide guitar (built on Blind Willie Johnson) are endlessly screencapped, covered, and homaged; the Scottish band Travis took their name from the film, and Kurt Cobain reportedly named it his favourite movie.
A Letterboxd-era sacred text — the crown jewel of 'lonely men in vast landscapes' cinema and the default gateway into Wenders.
Influences Wim Wenders has publicly named — the director's own word, distinct from the inferred lines of influence.