For me, viewing the films of Wim Wenders is similar to the morning coffee. I take his films for granted just like I do having coffee every morning.
But I shouldn’t.
As most independent filmmakers know, it’s very easy to get discouraged about filmmaking these days. There are still plenty of local and national filmmakers whom I’d admire and who are forever pushing the boundaries of what a truly independent film can accomplish. They create their films because they need to – their film is their vision. It’s a very serious matter and the burden of their film rests solely on their shoulders; there’s no handouts; it wasn’t produced as part of a gimmick nor is its goal to win an award at a local film festival. These filmmakers are doing all they can within their powers to craft works that, for all intent and purpose, will last longer than they will.
I’ll always tip my hat to this kind of filmmaking.
Yet far too much of today’s local filmmaking has evolved into an endless assortment of one gimmick-drenched contest after another – 48 hour film festivals, PSA contests, screenwriting contests, city & state-endorsed film festivals and so forth.
I’m still waiting for the inevitable Best Buy Film Festival where you purchase you camcorder at the store and then shoot, edit and screen your film before you get into your car in the parking lot.
Yet, no matter how much these filmmaking has changed since we produced our first feature in 1996 I can always return to a Wenders film and be reminded as to why I continue to make films.
Wenders’ work remains consistently unique, delicate, honest and drenched in culture.
Plots sometimes start when they shouldn’t and have endings which catch you off guard.
Shots frequently last longer than we’re accustomed to; especially static shots.
Consider his 1975 film ‘Wrong Move’. It has none of the breathtaking qualities of his two 1980’s masterpieces ‘Paris, Texas’ and ‘Wings of Desire’. It’s not terribly involving as the four main characters are all a bit unlikely and a bit cold.
Yet we keep watching.
It’s not visually appealing; no one shot or backdrop stays with you.
Yet we continue to watch.
Then, as the film concludes, all the parts come together very memorably and we’re, of course, very glad that we stuck through the full running time. Maybe it’s because we’ve seen characters and settings such as these ourselves? I’m not sure. We too as people are often cold and unlikable. Wenders doesn’t sugarcoat anything and his films certainly march to their own beat.
And perhaps most importantly, the only thing that matters is the film’s 103 minutes – and nothing else.