Yes, people who have watched "City of Angels" will laugh because of the familiar plot. I think film lovers can use these two films to explain the difference between European art films and Hollywood commercial films. They are all excellent films, and I don’t feel any loss when I watch them.
The black-and-white images of "Under the Sphere of Berlin" immediately won a favor. It's the kind of black and white that hasn't completely faded away, and it glows with friendly warmth.
Don't forget, this is Wim Wenders (Wim Wenders) film, his "Texas Paris" has really challenged every audience's tolerance for boring films. Large sections of inner monologues. There is no plot from beginning to end. Large monologues are definitely his specialty. Those words make people feel that every sentence is philosophical. However, philosophy books are often dull.
This film does not have a fascinating plot. Angel Danmir doesn't have the fascinating eyes of Nicholas Cage. However, his eyes were filled with peace and compassion, and the light smile that appeared at the corner of his mouth was heart-pounding.
The inner monologues in the crowd of people in various poses on the subway are so arrogant. The old man in the library walked in the wilderness and fell asleep. The child standing alone by the wall looked at the three children playing together. The prostitutes on the street who could not make money had tears of makeup... These pictures made people feel deep in their hearts. The undercurrent is surging.
When the angel jumped off the wings of God, he became a person of material existence. The black and white in the eyes of the angel turned into the colorful in the eyes of mortals. He excitedly asked passers-by: "Is this red?" "Yes." "What about the pipe?" "Yellow." "That?" "Blue-gray."... …He wants to taste coffee, he pays tribute to the painter, he rushes towards his love, the love between people.
Looking at the entire film, it makes people go from novel, dull, to depressing, with a step in the middle. You will feel so difficult that you want to turn off the disc, but after this step, you will feel warm, resonant, and then To move. Smile at the end.
It can be said that "City of Angels" is modeled after "Under the Sky of Berlin". It removes the dull dialogues and adds concrete plots. Angels fall in love with humans. TOUCH. And finally when he could never go back, he was swimming in the sea, and the angels stood on the beach watching. Suddenly, a European literary and artistic film turned into a Hollywood commercial film. The same remarkable, the same fascinating.
Here is the last line to write the beginning of "Under the Sky of Berlin". very good. The lines in it are all equally wonderful.
When The Child Was a Child… It Was The Time Of This 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?
When children are still in their childhood, they always ask questions like: Why am I me? Instead of you? Why am I here and not there? Where does the time start? Where does the space end? Isn't life under the sun a dream? What I saw, heard, and felt. . . Isn't it the coat of this world?
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 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 child was still a child, he walked up and shook his arms, imagining that the creek was the river, and those little mud pits were the sea. When the child was still a child, he didn't know that he was just a child, everything was full of life, and all life was the same. . . When the child is still a child, knows nothing about everything, has no habit, often sits or runs with crossed feet. . . . My hair was messed up, and I didn't make faces when I took pictures.
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