it haunts me like a poem i have read several times and the words flow eagerly, constantly, in the back of my mind. every time i listen to "The Carny" I see Marion laying in her bed very clearly and can feel her very solitude and doubtness. Nick Cave is an angel, not in the picture but in real life certainly
Angels exist, and they're sad German men with ponytails. Not so much a story as a silent era "city symphony", Wings of Desire grapples with German history from Caligari to Hitler to beyond, and often times the only thing that saves it from annoyingly inert philosophizing is the beauty of Wenders asking "what would Murnau do?" The final coup: a use of color that that makes a worn-down Berlin alive with enchantment.
http://bit.ly/2oZHfgv: A Misstep in Film History: Wim Wenders Wings of Desire and Its Masterpiece Status What this film does best is gesture at something spiritually significant which the viewer inherently understands and thus conjures on their own. And for this reason its viewing will be remembered with pleasure in spite of its failures. 72/100 – Good.
Looking through a live that you could be living while no one notices you and your loneliness, can be pretty hard and painful. Specially if you are always questioning your purpose in the world. Bruno Ganz does it so accurately that you can't avoid thinking about yourself. Philosophically and melancholically well done, Win Wenders.