Paris, Texas ★★★★★

On rewatch, there're so many layers to Harry Dean Stanton's performance that got me emotional: small lip movements, subtle smiles, eyes that seem to be swollen by years of tears and dust. I felt more so the shades of performance throughout. The way the cleaning lady shows Travis how to don a vest and walk like a "rich father," his subsequent playful shenanigans with Hunter from across the street, the necessity for words to relay meaning, Jane's peep show job, with all this Wender is pointing out the innumerable moments in our lives during which we are putting on a show, playing a role whether deliberate or not. The longer runtime is handled in such a manner as to make it feel incredibly patient, yet the mood and the writing and the narrative as a whole has a remarkable propulsion. I never wanted to look away, whether that is to not miss a beautiful landscape or neon sign or because there was a major turning point occurring onscreen. I cried the first time, and I cried again, and my parents are shaken by it, and I'm heartbroken and heartwarmed and just hearing that Ry Cooder strumming softly playing in my head, and it's just special. This film is just special.