Saw Paris, Texas by Wim Wenders. Man, what a DRAG. I'd been told by a person whose opinion I reasonably respect that this film moves slowly but the payoff is really worth it. Well, she was half-ways right...the film moves at an glacial pace (although these days, that seems to be occurring much faster, eh?), but the so-called payoff...the emotional showdown between the 2 characters which is supposed to reveal the reason why their lives have become utterly frayed...comes off at the end of an unreasonably long build-up as contrived and seriously not worthy of the time given up to the movie till that point. At 90 min this might have been a very good, even great movie; at 2 1/2 hours there's an awful lot of empty reels. The only consolation I have is an immensely good in most parts lead performance by Harry Dean Stanton (apart from his climactic monologue, conveyed almost entirely in glances and shrugs) and some nice visuals of the Southern US. Ry Cooder's non-committal acoustic noodlings only added to my ennui.
Wim Wenders has a brilliant eye for visuals and can make great movies (Wings of Desire is an all-time favorite with me) but, despite all the acclaim and hoopla it has, this one is not IMO one of his best offerings.