Watching "Paris, Texas" again, it's still such a spring, alone in a dark hut, looking at the flickering screen alone. The film is long, slow-paced and beautiful and sad. It is said that director Wim Wenders used it to express his relief from the trauma he suffered in the United States. At that time, I was moved by a mess of tragedy and love, like an old violin that had been idle for a long time and was full of dust.
At that time, I was so pixel-faced and always had a heartless smile on my face, I don't know if it was considered youthful. The source of the love dream has been blurred. After watching some love movies, I began to die. I felt that someone was waiting for you, so I tried my best to train my eyes and search for it in the vast sea of people.
At the beginning of "Paris, Texas", Travis, the hero who walks alone in the wilderness, looks for his lost love and ideal. "Paris, Texas", a barren and desolate part of Texas, was the starting point of his life and the ideal that he eventually shattered. There was the happiness and warmth of his dreams, but it was destroyed by the ashes that he inadvertently destroyed.
At that time, there were no overwhelming netizens and resources, and writing letters was still a good way to create literature. Just at this time, I met a person, thin and tall, with a little bit of tolerance. A friend said that he was like a goalkeeper in the past. I thought he was like the younger version of Shanghai Shenhua's Fan Zhiyi. It was just an excuse to dig into his own psychology later.
So I wrote him a prank letter, without any nasty words about admiration or anything. In fact, we were already familiar with it at that time. We just wrote him the innocuous running account diary, and talked about books and movies. Moaning or not, the imaginary audience can be anyone. Indulging in this, all idealized purity can resolve the mundane worries of many students.
There were episodes about other people in the middle, and they all died. Then every day he came to me and gave me some food. In the blink of an eye, I graduated from high school, got the professional examination certificate from the Academy of Fine Arts, and took the college entrance examination. He was always with me. And later separated. When I came back from a sketch at university by chance, he was suddenly waiting for me downstairs. The moment we first met, his stomach cramped badly.
There he heard "Paris, Texas," which was his favorite movie. That day, I talked about all topics of ideology, state machinery, artistic life, and ideals in life. In fact, he still misunderstood me deeply, and there was ridicule in his words, but I didn't take it seriously. I clearly remember that the two of them couldn't remember the name of the director of a certain movie for a while, and they were anxious for a long time.
The two did not eat all night, and chatting made their appetites disappear. I thought it was already 5 hours in the blink of an eye. Then say goodbye.
In "Paris, Texas", Travis finds Jane's "Diorama Club". The two are separated by glass. They have long conversations, long shots, and silent crying. Even because the isolation mirrors can't look at each other. I vaguely see the shadow of past love, but some wounds cannot be repaired.
It was the first and last time to get carried away light. Then very occasionally call. He kindly invited me to visit the place where he lived. He already had a family, and he also raised a chow chow that was not pure blood, and stinks and pulled my trousers. We chatted for a few words and then we were speechless for a while, and his wife just called. I saw that he was a little unnatural, so I said goodbye interestingly, and we have no contact since then.
There were some stories later that winter that had nothing to do with him. The lack of sleep for a long time made my complexion white and almost transparent.
I left that winter, like a dandelion blown in both directions by the wind, never to return to the stem.
In "Paris, Texas", Travis leaves sadly, disappearing into the colorful but helpless night in Houston.
Some inexplicable signs, such as the No. 849 bus, the magnetic card telephone in a certain corner of the school, the name written in the corner of the yard... will be stubbornly stationed in your memory at a certain stage. If you verify a person's place in your life or the level of your commitment, think about how many traces he has left in your life.
Travis drove day and night on the Texas highway, and his son shouted excitedly in the car. He couldn't erase the imprint of his wife Jane on his life.
After watching "Paris, Texas", I don't want to tell him anymore. He must have been younger than me when he watched this movie, and he probably couldn't understand the feelings of the two people in the movie. I was still in the idealistic simplicity of him at the time, and I didn't cherish that film as leisurely as I do today.
Natasha Kinski has an eight-minute monologue in front of the camera, an American-style melodrama story, a European-style non-happy ending, a sentimental piano sound... This spring, in the beauty of Beijing, there are still about Paris, Texas.
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