Robby Muller And The Scar Below Nastassja Kinski’s Left Eye

To my considerable shame, it took the death of Robby Muller to make me realize just how many of my favorite films he shot. Oh, I knew individually of his accomplishments, but I never quite put them all together.

As I peruse his long resume, the sheer volume is astonishing. It’s like looking at the top 40 hits of Elton John—they seem to go on forever.

I had always thought of him as Wim Wenders’s in-house Director of Photography. For a long time that was true: Summer In the City, Alice In the Cities, Wrong Move, Kings of The Road, The American Friend, their masterpiece, Paris, Texas, and finally, Until the End of The World.

If this had been all Muller had done, it would have been more than enough to place him in the ranks of the great cinematographers. Looking outside his work with Wenders, remarkably you find work equal to that which he did with the great German director:

Saint Jack
Repo Man
To Live and Die In LA
Down by Law
Barfly
Mystery Train
Mad Dog and Glory
Dead Man
Breaking the Waves
Ghost Dog
Dancer in The Dark
24 Hour Party People
The “Twins” segment of Coffee and Cigarettes

This is in no way a complete list. It’s just staggering.

Looking at Muller’s CV, it’s clear he was drawn to iconoclasts: Wenders, Jarmusch, Bogdanovich, Von Trier, Winterbottom, Friedkin, Alex Cox, Barber Schroeder. There is not a single piece of fluff on his record. Everything is art. Or at the very least, he made it look that way.

He specialized in a kind of rough-hewn beauty; his landscapes and interiors were shot with a certain ruggedness. It made his subject inside the frame more real, more human. His work drew you in, until it almost felt like you were getting away with something like eavesdropping.

I can think of no better example than the scene in the peep show between lost lovers Harry Dean Stanton and Nastassja Kinski in Paris, Texas. You could argue there is no beauty in the frame other than that of Kinski and her pink sweater. A one-way window separates Stanton on one side of the glass, in a dark room where you have no trouble imagining the scent and sight of fluids that have been poorly cleaned.

On Kinski’s side, you have a hideous 70s orange on the drapes and the daybed. The lamp aims for mood, but it only illuminates a space that could not possibly be more depressing.

And yet, it is somehow breathtaking to look at. Even as Kinski peers at the mirror which is framed by exposed insulation. It is all so raw and immediate.

As the scene plays out, and these two broken souls reconnect, the pain of their words and insinuations works its way into the very fabric of their environment. As awful as it is, there is no other place on earth this conversation could have taken place.

Muller makes the wonderful choice of shooting Stanton in shadow and often from the back, whereas Kinski is well-lit and shot head-on. The genius of this choice allows us to feel how exposed Kinski is, not only in this moment with Stanton, but in her occupation as a whole. Were it not for the sensitivity of the elements (acting, screenplay, and photography), it’s a scene that could have been creepy, if not downright disgusting.

But through Muller’s lens—in this stark, unvarnished vision, where even the scar under Kinski’s left eye is given no cover—the moment becomes transcendent. All the trappings of an unsavory place slide away, leaving you with nothing but a focus on two open hearts in desperate need of healing.

It chokes me up just to think of it.

Astonishingly, Muller was never once nominated for an Oscar. Not that it’s all that important. The work is what matters, and his will stand the test of the ages. Robby Muller’s career does not need the footnote of an Academy Award nomination.

He will live on in his images, his vistas and his interiors. In that lonely imperfection below Nastassja Kinski’s left eye.

He needs nothing else.

Robby Muller died July 3, 2018. He was 78 years old.

 

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