• The following is from the first page of Sam Shepard’s script for Paris, Texas.


    A fissured, empty, almost lunar landscape—seen from a bird’s-eye view. The camera hovers over it. In the distance, a lone man appears; he is crossing this desert.

    A hawk lands on a boulder.
    The man stops, looks at the bird.
    Then he drinks the last drops of water from a large plastic bottle. He is wearing a cheap Mexican suit, a red baseball cap, and sandals with bandages wrapped around them. His clothes are covered with dust and soaked with sweat. He has been walking for a long time.

    This is Travis.

    Travis throws away the empty plastic bottle, and continues on his way across the bleak, hot plains that lie before him.


  • By Davey32
    April 30, 2012
    05:51 PM

    This film is so poetic, so haunting, that it just boggles the mind. Films like this one don't come around too often, and that's a shame.
  • By Batzomon
    May 01, 2012
    08:44 AM

    It takes a great screenwriter and a great actor to tell and not show, and the climactic scene really brings that home beautifully. Interesting, since the rest of the movie is just the opposite, a quiet love letter to family, near and far.