As a certified fan of Wenders' and Shepard's Paris Texas this was one of the most eagerly anticipated films of the year for me. The story itself has much promise as a deconstruction of the mythological West and an exploration of the male psyche, but, it ultimately lacks the killer punch and heart and soul that one would expect. Its hard to say where the problem lies; the film comes with great writer, sporadically genius director and a sterling cast. But it is also tethered with an ill-judged comic turn from Roth than is neither amusing or interesting, the script is quirky rather than heartfelt and the direction is far from classic Wenders. A couple of scenes hints at what might have been and the southern Utah scenery stuns, but ultimately the film disappoints and just made me want to return to the wonderful Paris Texas
Review of Don't Come Knocking
