The intersecting storyline is practically a genre of it's own at this point and this is a solid entry. The first part is by far the weakest, it takes about a good half hour for the film to really take off. Also, the death of the prostitute was abrupt and quite unbelievable.
A well told story with great characterization. I love how the fate of each character is very sudden and never contrived. Perhaps it was too simplistic for me as I wasn't smitten with Fatih Akin's movie as much as the writing yet I appreciate how earnest it was.
I look forward to seeing HEAD ON.
Simultaneously an exercise in rigorous formalism and an affecting examination of individual lives lived across the tension lines extending between Germany and Turkey, The Edge of Heaven somewhat undermines its depiction of the messiness of the latter through an over-meticulous commitment to the former. Still, a clever and moving piece of filmmaking, with a quietly bravura finale.
this movie made me homesick for a land that isn't my own: how do I make myself comfortable on the other side? this was my first Fatih Akin movie but it won't be my last. One of the most sensual, warm movies I've seen in a long time.
(...)Ich fand Akins Figuren faszinierend! Keine von ihnen wirkt künstlich konstruiert und für keine wird übermässig viel Zeit aufgewendet, sie vorzustellen. Sie alle versuchen einfach, ihr Leben zu leben und das findet statt innerhalb zweier unterschiedlicher Kulturen. Im Grunde sind es gute Menschen, die wegen ihrer Fehler leiden müssen und versuchen, dass es irgendwie weitergeht. Ist das nicht bei uns allen so?
The degrees of separation pairing strangers together are lyrically woven in The Edge of Heaven's tapestry of a German-Turkish narrative. Two young women whose lives become inseparable unravel deeper connections linking their parents and families. Fluctuating between Hamburg and Istanbul, the film swings from sadness to compassion, offering a gentle pause to make peace with the past that flickers quietly in the night.
A number of people started comparing The Edge of Heaven to Babel/Crash and other vertebrate type storylines alike. And even though there is a structural resemblance, the director Akin, a prodigy of immigration himself, makes a movie oozing nostalgia for home; in one thread home is the love of one's life, in another it is the country of origin, in the other one the bosom of a woman & in another belonging to a cause.