"Under the Berlin Sky" Thirty Years

Pablo 2022-04-20 09:01:50

The silent angel seems to be just watching warmly, but it will also sting and cry for a stranger to give up his life. They talk about history, rivers, and are also seduced by the smell of coffee, by invisible colors. become a mortal

Even if the delicate hair ends are scattered, even if it is just a hippie old man, holding on to the remaining life.

However, I want to enter her world. Just like the little mermaid standing on the beach for the first time, she is delighted and delighted to come to her world. People in the world spinning, trying to give each other a seemingly warm exchange, mortals have been mediocre and painful, but they can smell each other. I'm going to hug the girl who has been eroded by loneliness, but her eyes are still clear.

I'm not sure what I'll meet at the next stop, but I haven't given up on this in my heart, and I cherish my long, strong legs.

Even in the barren and confused Berlin, even in the vicissitudes of life without any loveliness, we will not always watch, we will go down and embrace, strip off the tall black and white filter, we see a flawed but colorful world, The quarrel in the world is also fun

Why we record carefully... with words and deeds, the camera can reflect your investment in the act of viewing. The angel who was more hesitant and more certain sitting on the pillar of the Goddess of Victory seemed to be speechless from habitually speechless to speechless at the end of the film.

I think the Berlin Philharmonic Hall is a good-looking public building. The Potsdamer Platz that appears repeatedly in the film should be located in a vacuum divided area. Angels run along the humorous Berlin Wall with armor.

Bruno Ganz died just over a month ago. When the angel finally entered the world of color, the old angel who had encouraged him to rub his hands in the cold winter shouted through the railing, "Then you have to understand yourself, that's very interesting". It was a long time ago that rivers found their beds

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  • Agustina 2022-01-01 08:01:42

    (8.4/10) Another presentation of the Wenders road film-about the journey of the soul. The monologue of the general public from the angel's perspective, the group of people make up Berlin's history, present, humanities and emotions, the color interweaving in the black and white images, every child is a poet, and only love can save lonely souls, pay tribute to Ozu and Truffau And Tarkovsky. Kundera: Where is the existence and true meaning of human beings, we must look for it in digressive branches.

  • Harmon 2022-01-01 08:01:42

    It is a quiet film, which observes the distress and sorrow of the world from the angle of an angel.

Wings of Desire quotes

  • Marion: It must finally become serious. I've often been alone, but I've never lived alone. When I was with someone I was often happy. But the same time, it all seemed a coincidence. These people were my parents. But it could have been others. Why was this brown-eyed boy my brother and not the green-eyed boy on the opposite platform? The taxi driver's daughter was my friend. But I might as well have put my arm round a horse's neck. I was with a man in love and I might as well have left him there and gone off with the stranger I met in the street. Look at me, or don't. Give me your hand, or don't. No. Don't give me the hand, and look away. I think tonight is the new moon. No night more peaceful. No bloodshed in all the city. I've never played with anyone and yet I've never opened my eyes and thought: Now it's serious. At last it's becoming serious. So I've grown older. Was I the only one who wasn't serious? Is it our times that are not serious? I was never lonely neither when I was alone, nor with others. But I would have liked to be alone at last. Loneliness means I'm finally whole. Now I can say it as tonight, I'm at last alone. I must put an end to coincidence. The new moon of decision. I don't know if there's destiny but there's a decision. Decide! We are now the times. Not only the whole town - the whole world is taking part in our decision. We two are now more than us two. We incarnate something. We're representing the people now. And the whole place is full of those who are dreaming the same dream. We are deciding everyone's game. I am ready. Now it's your turn. You hold the game in your hand. Now or never. You need me. You will need me. There's no greater story than ours, that of man and woman. It will be a story of giants... invisible... transposable... a story of new ancestors. Look. My eyes. They are the picture of necessity, of the future of everyone in the place. Last night I dreamt of a stranger... of my man. Only with him could I be alone, open up to him, wholly open, wholly for him. Welcome him wholly into me. Surround him with the labyrinth of shared happiness. I know... it's you.

  • Peter Falk: [inner voice] Yellow star means death. Why did they pick yellow? Sunflowers. Van Gogh killed himself. This drawing stinks. So what? No one sees it. Someday you'll make a good drawing. I hope. I hope. I hope.