Note : this review is a
contribution to What
A Character! blogathon hosted by Once
Upon A Screen, Outspoken & Freckled and Paula’s Cinema
Club.
Harry Dean Stanton :
Character Actor
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| Harry Dean Stanton |
When my ever
lasting sickness of cinephilia infected me fifteen years ago, I was discovering
many pans of cinema and many subtleties passed by me. One of my early
discoveries was the 1986 Wim Wenders film Paris,
Texas. Staring Harry Dean Stanton
as an almost mute presence of a lone man walking and wandering around in life
since his divorce with his wife (Natassja
Kinski). Back then, I knew Kinski as the daughter of the famous Klaus but
Stanton was a familiar face from David
Lynch films but not much. Needless, to say that Wenders’ film left a great
impression on me and Stanton forged a fascination for introspective characters
and loners in cinema. Read here my obsession with Taxi Driver. Stanton’s performance still haunts me to this day and
it is something at first that I couldn’t grasp that hooked me. Needless to say,
but Wenders’ film is a masterpiece even if it’s a little early to put this
crowning label, it generally takes thirty years to actually rank a movie as a
masterpiece, I entirely assume my saying of this praise.
