"Angel's Heart" is a mysterious horror film that shows a private Detective in a peculiar way to identify criminals from Poughkeepsie and Coney Island all the way to New Orleans and Bayou, Louisiana. District, it turns out that the criminal is himself. After deleting the ten-second shot of Angel and Epiphany having sex in the blood, the level of the film has dropped from the X level to the R level. Since director Alan William Parker is more imaginative than his horror film predecessors, most of the violence in this film is not with actions, but with the mouths of people in the play.
Angel Heart evaluation action
2022-05-21 19:32
Extended Reading
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Harry Angel: Winesap. You want his number? You want his address? Ask Tess Trueheart over there. It's in the book he's flipping through. It's under "W" genius.
Det. Deimos: You know Ted Williams the baseball player?
Harry Angel: Yeah.
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Harry Angel: You think posing as the devil because it scared some superstitious blues guitar player and that witch and that nutty old man, you think it'll work on me? It won't because I know who I am and you killed them, and you're trying to pin it on me... and I know who I am.
Louis Cyphre: [glowers but showing restraint] If I had cloven hooves and a pointed tail... would you be more convinced?
Harry Angel: You're crazy. I know who I am. You're trying to frame me. You're trying to frame me. Cyphre, I know who I am. You murdered them people.
[Cyphre shakes his head slightly and smiles wickedly]
Harry Angel: I never killed nobody. I didn't kill Fowler, and... and I didn't kill Toots, and I didn't kill Margaret, and I didn't kill Krusemark,
[Cyphre looks ready to laugh]
Harry Angel: I didn't kill no-one!
Louis Cyphre: [gloating] I'm afraid you did, Johnny.
Harry Angel: My name's not Johnny!
Louis Cyphre: All killed by your own hand. Guided by me naturally. Frankly, you were doomed from the moment you slit that young boy in half, Johnny...
[Icily]
Louis Cyphre: for twelve years you've been living on borrowed time and trapped in another men's memories.
Harry Angel: Hey I wanna tell Winesap cause he knows.
Louis Cyphre: Winesap? Oh he's dead.
[shakes head]
Louis Cyphre: Nasty accident. Don't worry. No-one will mourn one less lawyer in the world - there's death everywhere these days Johnny. But what gives human life its worth... anyway? Because someone loves it, hates it? The flesh is weak, Johnny. Only the soul is immortal.
[his eyes chillingly shine yellow as his voice distorts]
Louis Cyphre: And yours belongs to ME.