Wim Wenders’ magnetic masterpiece — a story of silence, loss, and the long road home.
Paris, Texas opens in the desert, where Travis, after years of disappearance, tries to reclaim his son, his past, and himself.
Wenders captures America through European eyes — tender, yet unillusioned.
Cinematographer Robby Müller paints in light and shadow, while Ry Cooder’s slide guitar turns every frame into a song of solitude.
This film doesn’t shout — it breathes.
Paris, Texas doesn’t demand understanding; it simply leaves you silent a little longer than usual.
