Angels can be lonely too

Cecil 2022-04-22 07:01:32

Under the huge sky of Berlin, angels stand on tall buildings, wearing black clothes and white wings, looking down at their own territory. Below are the regular and huge buildings in Berlin, the people and vehicles passing by, everything except black is white. ; Angels can walk in any corner of the city at will, listening to the sorrows and troubles of any person. This is the world of angels, the world of black and white, and endless stories. Angels are not visible to everyone, nor are they invisible to everyone, innocent children, blind people and the elderly can see the existence of angels. And some adults can also feel the presence of angels, although they can't see them. Angel Damier is tired of flying day and night, he wants to feel the weight of his body, he wants to feel the existence of the wind, and even wants to fight with people and feel the real existence. And another angel, Cassirer, believes that only alone, stick to it, and stick to the majesty, we can only do this in order to protect the majesty. Until one day, the angel met the circus girl. The circus was facing the fate of disintegration because there were no guests to patronize. The girl's lonely and lost heart touched the angel. In the end, the angel decided to turn into a mortal to find the girl.
The whole film uses black and white tones extensively, and black and white tones represent the world seen by angels, simple but sometimes boring. This is far from what we think of the angelic world. I always imagine that the angelic world should be soft, serene and peaceful, with fairy music fluttering. Who would have thought that it is so black and white and broken and detailed, that if I stay in such a world for too long, maybe the angel will feel lonely. So I came to the mortal world in pursuit of a colorful world. There are two flashes of color in the first half of the movie. The first time is when the girl is in the room, and the second time is when the old man sees the places he used to go often. color. The director has these two tones to demarcate two different boundaries. Contrasted unconsciously. I feel the carefree and boring of angels and the gorgeous but complicated mortal world. What impressed me was that at the moment when the angel turned into a human, the world around him became a splendid scene. The angel was full of excitement, and he didn't feel pain when he bleed, and he was very happy to ask passersby, this is red! Pointing to the large graffiti on the wall, he excitedly asked, "Is that yellow?" "Is that dark blue, orange!" When the children thought he was a lunatic, he smiled unconsciously when he felt the heat and aroma of the coffee while holding the coffee cup. At that moment, he finally felt his existence. When he passed a production crew, the director-like person walked over to chat with him. It turned out that they were the same kind, and told him that there were quite a few angels who came to the world like them. The angel finally found the girl, and the girl has always felt the presence of the angel. The ending of the story is perfect, with the warmth of love reverberating. It turns out that heaven is not the most memorable place, the world with love is the most beautiful paradise.

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  • 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.