The recent demise of Harry Dean Stanton got me thinking about one of my favorite films, Paris Texas. It of course stars Stanton as a man who re-emerges from the desert like a latter-day Jesus and then slowly starts to connect with his family. His brother, his son and finally, the mother of his child are part of a slow, painful but beautiful rediscovery for Stanton’s character.
All this is stunningly depicted by director Wim Wenders and wonderfully scored by the musician Ry Cooder, it is perhaps along side Psycho, Jaws and The Third Man, the most famous film soundtrack of all time.
It’s a small comfort to the relatives of Harry Dean Stanton but not many of us are going to life to create anything even a 10th as good.