4.6 stars. D'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Only watch it when/if you're in love though. If I watched it right now while I'm terminally single I'd probably hate it. But still, it makes you want to love the world. Maybe that comes from a place of material privilege, but the film's vision of Berlin is far more honest, open and less cosy than, say, that of Amélie Paris. A film for dreamers and Nick Cave fans alike!
As a eulogy to a city & its people, Berlin specifically, 'Wings of Desire' is a majestic journey. From the view of the outsider, in this case ponytailed angels, the drab concrete buildings & everyday trivialities take on a sense of sheer wonder. Wenders' vision stutters as the unconvincing romance takes hold & pretentious waffle spouts too readily. Inconsistent as a narrative, but marvellous as a cinematic spectacle.
I saw this back in 1987 and felt it was pretentious, but even at the time I knew I was probably being unfair. It is a bit pretentious, but I'm glad I rewatched it this evening because it is so beautiful. My favourite moment is when he comes out of the junk shop in his new clothes - a beautiful instance of being a human.
I’m not quite sure that I understood this film. But what I did understand afterwards was the beauty of humanity. The juxtaposition between the poetic monochrome and the chaotic colour was beautiful, and the best use of a colour switch I have seen. Ultimately gorgeous, but a bit over my head at this point. Will probably give it a second watch at some point.
Truly a masterly depiction of the human condition, Existential angst and earthly dereliction are paired with one of eighties TVs most comfortable characters. Interspersed with splashes of colour this epic love story builds to the softest creshendo scored with a blood red wash of sound.