Since we can't find an angel to protect ourselves, let's be our own angel.

Garnet 2022-03-22 09:02:03

Under the Berlin Sky is like a long poem by Wenders to the city of Berlin. From the perspective of two angels, the whole human picture of Berlin is unfolded. One of my favorite scenes is that the child in the taxi on the ground sticks out his head to let his companions look up, and sees a winged angel standing next to the huge angel sculpture on the top of the Roman column. I don't know how Wenders took this picture, it's so romantic and amazing.

The two angels can hear the inner world of all the world, and the hearts of the world are very empty and spiritually empty. The beginning of the film is also a lot of their inner language.

Two angels have two personalities, one is full of sympathy and grief for people in the world, and the helpless feeling of being on the sidelines but cannot be redeemed, the other is very sentimental, enjoying everything in the world, in pursuit of girls in the circus, and finally landed in the world Angel.

In Wenders' film, whoever said that the angel must be a girl, may also be two handsome men. Many of Wenders' films explore human relationships and inner alienation. The more the characters talk, the more they want to get closer to each other's hearts, but there is a sense of alienation that they can't get close no matter what. This film has a lot of details and the picture is very beautiful, the double-decker bus in the dark, the constant switching of black and white and color films, in photography, music, and framing are all great, very worth watching. Since we can't find an angel to protect ourselves, let's be our own angel.

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Wings of Desire quotes

  • 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.

  • Marion: [inner voice] Longing. Longing for a wave of love to swell up in me. That's what makes me so clumsy: the lack of pleasure. A desire to love. The desire to love!