angel in the morning

i’m in the mood for love.

and when it comes to love stories, for me, older is better. the dialogue is sweeter. the moments are more magical.

they’re so perfect.

lucky for me, my favorite guy also happens to be my favorite film buff. and as he has shared his favorite classics with me over the years, i would love nothing more than to share these with you.

so here is my favorite love story of the day……the delicate, soulful story of berlin, a trapeze artist and two angels searching, being and living.


…When the child was a child, it didn’t know that it was a child, everything was soulful, and all souls were one”

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“The angels in “Wings of Desire” are..witnesses, and they have been watching for a long time–since the beginning. They are a reflection of the solitude of God, who created everything and then had no one to witness what he had done; the role of the angels is to see.

The film evokes a mood of reverie, elegy and meditation. It doesn’t rush headlong into plot, but has the patience of its angels. It suggests what it would be like to see everything but not participate in it. We follow two angels: Damiel (Bruno Ganz) and Cassiel (Otto Sander). They listen to the thoughts of an old Holocaust victim, and of parents worried about their son, and of the circus aerialist who fears that she will fall, because it is the night of the full moon.

It is a beautiful film, photographed by the legendary cinematographer Henri Alekan, who made the characters float weightlessly in Cocteau’s “Beauty and the Beast” (the circus in the movie is named after him). When he shows the point of view of the angels, he shoots in a kind of blue-tinted monochrome. When he sees through human eyes, he shoots in color. His camera seems liberated from gravity; it floats over the city, or glides down the aisle of an airplane. It does not intrude; it observes. When the angel follows the trapeze artist into a rock club, it doesn’t fall into faster cutting rhythms; it remains detached.

For me, the film is like music or a landscape: It clears a space in my mind, and in that space I can consider questions. Some of them are asked in the film: “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?” “

Roger Ebert / April 12, 1998

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