Travis Clay Henderson (Harry Dean Stanton) emerges from the South Texas desert after four years spent wandering in an existential no man’s land. “You look like forty miles of rough road”, his brother Walt (Dean Stockwell) remarks, concerned and relieved to be reunited with the sibling he had given up for dead. Back in LA, Travis picks up the fragile threads of his relationship with his seven-year-old son, Hunter. Haunted by the absence of the boy’s mother, Jane (Nastassja Kinski), who lives “in a galaxy far, far away” (according to Hunter), the two head to Houston to find her.
Wim Wenders’ Palme d’Or winner from 1984 is arguably the German director’s finest cinematic achievement. His frequent collaborator, Director of Photography Robby Müller, (Alice in the Cities, The American Friend) creates a stunning visual landscape of sun-lit exteriors and reflective interiors that seamlessly coalesce with the narrative driven by Harry Dean Stanton’s gentle, affecting performance as a man slowly reassembling himself.