I saw Paris, Texas on the big screen last night. What can I say but “wow”. Wim Wenders uses his usual brilliance to deliver a film about communication while hardly using traditional face-to-face dialogue. My dreams all night had a running bottleneck guitar soundtrack, which was more than a little creepy. This page is a tribute to the film, though it seems several links took me to a French 404.
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