In the film, Marion, a beautiful girl who plays the trapeze role as an angel in the circus, is a lonely and helpless French visitor. In addition to a precarious job, she is lost in rock and roll and tells her inner pain to the mirror. Angel Damiel fell in love with her hopelessly, and she also saw him in her dream. For the sake of love, the angel is determined to become a man despite the difficulties and obstacles.
The world in the eyes of all the angels is black and white, and when he truly becomes a human, the world presents a gorgeous color in front of him. He was ecstatic like a child, and excitedly asked passersby: "Is this red?" "Yes." "What about the pipe?" "Yellow." "That?" "Blue-gray." He is not the only angel who came to the world like this. There is also a film actor and former "angel", Der Filmstar, who is American. He took it all happily until he was face to face with the girl he loved, Marion, eye to eye. Behind the music of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds is "From her to eternity." This colorful love is the driving force for Damiel to stay in the world and become a mortal. In addition to deep self-examination and introspection, the film also implies that we must believe in love, obey love, work hard to love, and survive for it. His angelic sidekick Cassiel watches him and Marion start a wonderful new life. The movie is over.
This is a film from a German director, a confidence-building film. There is also a similar "City of Angels" in the United States. I think people who love movies can use these two films to explain the difference between European literary films and Hollywood commercials. But they're all great movies, and I don't feel bad watching any of them. The film does not have a compelling plot. The long inner monologue must be testing your ability to endure. But those words felt like they were all philosophical. Philosophy books, however, are often dull. Angel Damiel doesn't have the captivating eyes of Nicolas Cage. His eyes were full of peace and compassion, and the faint smile that occasionally appeared on the corner of his mouth was heart-warming. The romance between him and the girl on earth is totally different from the Hollywood-style love myth, and is endowed with some kind of symbol. In the mysterious sound and picture full of poetry and music, the director makes people who are confused and hopeless about the world see a ray of light that seems both real and illusory. After watching the whole film, it makes people from novel, to dull, to depressing, there is a step in the middle, you want to give up, but after this step, you will feel warmth, resonance, and then moved. You'll be content at the end...
Director Wim Wenders, who landed the Best Director podium at the 41st Cannes Film Festival in 1988.
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?
When kids were kids, it was always the question: Why am I me? instead of you? Why am I here and not there? Where does time begin? Where does the space end? Isn't life under the sun a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and feel the coat of this world? Does the devil really exist? Are people really demons? ...
When The Child Was a Child…..It Walked With Its Arms Swinging, It Wanted The Stream To Be a River….The River a Torrent…And This Puddle To Be The Sea, When The Child Was a Child…..It Didn't 't Know It Was a Child..,Everything Was Full Of Life…And All Life Was One, When The Child Was a Child….It Had No Opinion About Anything It Had No Habits,It Often Sat Cross-Legged,Took Off Running…Had a Cowlick In Its Hair…And Didn’t Pull a Face When Photographed.
When the kids were kids, walking, shaking their arms, imagining the creeks were the rivers, and those little mud puddles, the sea. When a child is a child, he does not know that he is only a child, that everything is full of life, and all life is the same. . . When a child was a child, he knew nothing about everything, had no habits, and often sat or ran with his feet crossed. . . . Her hair was a mess and she didn't make a face when she was photographed.
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