Himmel über Berlin, Der

Ed 2022-03-22 09:02:03

After watching the whole film, it

makes people from novelty to dull

to depressing. There is a step in the middle.

You will feel so difficult that

you want to turn off realplay



, but after this step

, you will feel warm and

resonate, and then you will be touched



. The inner monologue in the film

does not last from beginning to end. The plot

is philosophical ,



the psychedelic poetics

, the

imagery is

similar to poetry, the quiet and heavy

picture is to Wenders,

every frame is bigger than

a brief heartbeat,

Berlin is

more than all the pain of Europe for Germany

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  • Horacio 2022-03-24 09:02:14

    It's rare to have a movie that most people rated highly and I give it a low rating, but I really can't give a higher rating to this movie. It took me two days, with countless pauses in between, to get this one. After watching the movie, I was really suffering. There may be many reasons, such as because it is in German, the subtitles are not very good and the translation is not in place, and for example, I am not in the mood to watch literary films. The City of Angels that I like is basically copied from the plot of this movie, but the focus is different. City of Angels is a romance film, and this is a literary film.

  • Alexzander 2022-01-01 08:01:42

    Very peaceful and sad

Wings of Desire quotes

  • Damiel: When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?

  • Homer, the aged poet: [inner voice] Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and through him reveal everyman. With time, those who listened to me became my readers. They no longer sit in a circle, bur rather sit apart. And one doesn't know anything about the other. I'm an old man with a broken voice, but the tale still rises from the depths, and the mouth, slightly opened, repeats it as clearly, as powerfully. A liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of words and sentences.