"When a man is a child, he walks shaking his arms, imagining that streams are rivers, and that they will eventually flow into the sea; When a man is a child, he does not know that he is only a child, all things are spirits to him, and all spirits are the same to him; when a man is a child, he has nothing to do with everything. I know, he doesn't have any habit, usually sits with his legs crossed, his eyes are covered by the hair on his forehead, and he keeps running." I
haven't seen any other film that uses poetry as dialogue without pretentiousness, this is the first, Full of rhythm, philosophy and German tough beauty. I had to hold my breath when those beautiful sentences and images full of nostalgia appeared in front of me.
I often get hit by those beautiful things, and I sigh with a limp shoulder, as if I saw snowy mountains in the distance on my last day in Nepal; I saw a school of colorful fish on my first dive; a child with a large back molar Laughing; a love letter with clumsy but real handwriting... Counting it down, life is actually very beautiful.
Berlin in the eyes of angels has no color, they are desolate and hard for eternity, you see the passage of time, the river melts and freezes, they pace the world, listen to the voice of everyone's heart, if you are not happy, he will touch Your shoulder, maybe you'll laugh.
I love the shots of angels in the library, they look like they are doing nothing, occasionally reading your book, watching the old scholar, smiling at each other, wearing gray scarves, with the same ponytails, the same worry about the country and the people eyes.
There are also those scenes where the two angels chatted together: the branches with their arms extending continuously, the slow and heavy river, the flock of birds flying, the thin and mottled Berlin Wall, Wenderson's sense of picture is expressed to the extreme here, calm, Candor, migration and loneliness.
Interestingly, when the angel meets the woman he loves, the picture becomes colored. She changes her clothes against a black-and-white background, and her bare skin makes the picture suddenly burst into color. The emotions and desires of mortals are so beautiful that the angels have to give up eternity to watch over her.
I actually don't like the happy ending of the Hollywood style. The scene where they meet in a bar and read poems to each other is a bit contrived. I would rather be simpler, more direct, or even sad, which is more suitable for Wenderson's picture.
I have been in touch with Wim Wenderson's films since ten minutes older. Before that, I liked his photography work "Once". I once gave this book to a man I liked many years ago. There is a picture of a yellow desert, vast and desolate, with an appealing sense of loneliness.
If one day I am fortunate enough to be able to make photography a little more, I hope that my things can be like his, but my self is beautiful.
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