|Production Co:||Village Roadshow Pictures|
|Writer:||Wim Wenders/Michael Almereyda/Peter Carey/Solveig Dommartin|
|Cast:||Sam Neill, William Hurt, Ernie Dingo, Max von Sydow|
Mel Gibson called Wenders' film Million Dollar Hotel 'as boring as a dog's arse', even though he starred in it. I nearly fell asleep watching Paris, Texas and wouldn't have made it to the end except I was being paid to review it. The signs were bad, but with a globe-trotting scale, the most eclectic cast you've seen in a long time and a amazing-sounding plot, I was eager to see it.
In the future (1999), a woman makes friends with some bank robbers whose car she crashes into. She goes to Paris to help them with a job and comes across an American man (Hurt) who says he's on the run from the CIA because of a device his father's invented to record dreams.
The only reason I know that about the plot is because I read it on the Internet. Watching the movie gave me so little clue what the hell was going on it was an experience I wouldn't have again until the creative mindfuck of I'm Not There years later.
I really wanted to like it, I didn't want to give up on it, but I don't think I got half an hour in. In the rarest of circumstances, this is one case where an action thriller director like Tony Scott or John Woo would make a better movie than Wenders, who's sense of the pretentious appears to know no bounds.