Paris, Texas is one of those indie movies that's very quiet, very slow-moving. It has all the big themes: guilt, regret, redemption, family drama, childhood, fathers and sons, mothers and sons.....all of it. I was close to turning it off more than once because of how slow it was. But I was drawn back in by Harry Dean Stanton's sweet, sad eyes and the absolute need to know how it all ended. I guess these were the same sad eyes he took with him to Pretty in Pink in 1986 but lost by the time he made it to Twin Peaks and certainly by Big Love . All in all, a beautiful flick that really paints a picture of the early 1980's western United States. It will make you miss the time when kids walked to school, there was no such thing as a cell phone, and you could wear the same battered jeans for days and days.
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