Most recently, I re-watched Paris, Texas. Damn, I'd forgotten how that film guts me. The scene in which Harry Dean Stanton's and Nastassja Kinski's characters talk through the one-way glass, reliving the dissolution of their relationship and the resulting heartbreak that drove them both to abandon their son, is so beautifully acted and so painful to watch! For those who haven't seen this, I can't recommend it strongly enough.
The only other film by Wim Wenders I've seen is Wings of Desire, which I also love. I really must see his other works.
The only other film by Wim Wenders I've seen is Wings of Desire, which I also love. I really must see his other works.