Paris, Texas: longing, love, and the words left unsaid

Together, they turned everything into a kind of adventure, and she liked that. Just an ordinary trip to the grocery store was full of adventure. They were always laughing at stupid things. He liked to make her laugh, and they didn’t much care for anything else — because all they wanted was to be together. They were always together, and he loved her more than he ever thought he could.

— Paris, Texas

Oh, what an aching story this was. The feelings of someone who loves, who longs, who has given their whole heart to another: laid bare on screen with quiet mastery. The occasional country guitar and the long road were beautiful. Little Hunter’s sweet, assured performance was reason enough to smile. The film opens in mystery and ends in pure emotion. Toward the finale, in that room, my eyes welled up, and I reached the end of a sorrowful story.

I wrote you long speeches. I’d talk to you all the time, even though I was alone — I wandered for months, talking to you. Now I don’t know what to say. It was easier when I only imagined you.

— Paris, Texas