Even though it was directed by Wim Wenders and written by Sam Shepard, it’s not Paris, North Rhine-Westphalia, or Paris, Illinois. It’s Paris, Texas, and it’s the delicate pen of cinematic hall-of-famer and co-screenwriter L.M. Kit Carson that grounds this 1985 tragic odyssey as a defining Lone Star State film. Desperation blooms in the heat as lost soul Travis (Harry Dean Stanton, gaunt and mute) staggers out of the West Texas desert on a quest to pull some of his life back together, and make amends for sins from which he had run away four years earlier. Yet what was truly unforgivable: the crime, or the escape? The movies have never had a better showdown than Stanton on the phone in a peepshow booth, confronting his past and confessing for something like redemption. – Richard Whittaker
Thu., Jan. 2