Review of Paris, Texas (1984)
Seen in 2019.
A man gets a call about his brother who’s been missing for four years.
An uncommon success in the genre of non-genre drama. The hypodiegesis of the penultimate scene is the stuff of high drama, supposedly reaching such extremes of emotion and evidently leaving such deep traces that it’s comparable to the gaze of Cthulhu, and yet Wenders does it all with small gestures, to the point that it’s actually relaxing to watch and no less interesting for it.
References here: Lucky (2017).