Autumn is the time for settling into a comforting nostalgia, a pleasant low-grade melancholy that will carry you through the colder months – making the shift to spring all the sweeter. And what better film is there to provoke ambient melancholy than Paris, Texas, Wim Wenders’ heart-wrenching epic of lost love and desert-wandering? Starring the most disheveled man in the world (Harry Dean Stanton) and the most radiantly blond woman in the world (Nastassja Kinski), Ry Cooder’s windswept slide guitar score draws you in and never lets go. – Lina Fisher
Sept. 6-12
