American Dream, Polaroid SX-70, rock and roll, road trips, blond kids, jukeboxes, and gritty black and white movies. Wenders himself acts as a passerby by the jukebox in the opening credits.
When you lose your sense of self-identity, you lose touch with the world. You are desperate to take pictures, you want to compare the real world with pictures; you want to prove the meaning of existence, you are on the road of endless repetition and repetition.
Sometimes you also wonder, should you be someone else too? Should it also prove the value of its own existence? (even if nothing is particularly meaningful)
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