Early Wenders muse RÃ¼diger Vogler drives past Richmond, gets to NYC and sells his car, then goes to Shea Stadium – I like this guy already. He’s a writer/photographer disowned by his editor for wandering the States and ignoring his story and deadlines, but he’s got enough cash to fly home. After he meets a woman and her daughter at the airport then the woman disappears, the movie sneakily adopts my least favorite movie plot of all (aimless adult gets stuck with precocious child), but somehow remains good. Robby MÃ¼ller did nice work in Goalie, kills it here. Almost KaurismÃ¤kian in its large-heartedness – rare that I watch a movie from the 1970s and think things were better back then. RÃ¼diger keeps behaving in a very relatable manner (he drops the girl at a police station and goes to a Chuck Berry concert).
RÃ¼diger on TV: “All these TV images come down to the same common, ugly message: a kind of vicious contempt. No image leaves you in peace. They all want something from you.”