Paris, Texas

Alright, alright. I loved this movie. Two individuals handling their traumas / emotions through actions instead of words, wanting to be understood but won’t communicate — only to both repress themselves so much they try to forget the entirety of relationship and even their son. Reminds me of the monologue at the end of CMBYN where the father says something along the lines of to not feel anything at all is a waste (too fire). And then you add the cinematography, western themes, and beautiful locations to the story — bravo!  “How come you have two dads? I’m just lucky I guess.” Man! Definitely an introspective film too. One of my favorites. “…he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language, or streets.”