das himmel uber berlin

yesterday was a good day, capped by the fact that i finally found a DVD copy of wim wenders' "wings of desire". yes, it inspired "city of angels", but it's much much better than that. i watched it in college, and though some of the scenes i've long forgotten, the haunting quality of the movie, the acuteness of the script, and the beauty of the shots are as wonderful as i remember. even better! i love how it shows the loneliness of humans. but we are still blessed, because angels, despite the exalted view we have of them, cannot feel our emotions, our sensations, cannot feel pain or sadness or joy or excitement. they live in a "black and white" world, that can mean that they see the essential but also, drab. they can only observe, while we live. ah, God bless porta vaga (the place where i bought the dvd)!:P

here are some beautiful lines... courtesy of imdb.com (i'll copy down some others soon):
Damiel: 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?
Marion: Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.