Directed by Wim Wenders
Written by Peter Handke, Richard Reitinger, Wim Wenders
Starring Bruno Ganz, Solveig Dommartin, Otto Sander, Peter Falk
Rated PG-13
A really great film is like a poem. It is beautiful yet mysterious. It causes us to stop and reflect on life in ways we’ve never considered. While we may not understand everything it is saying, something in us responds strongly to its language. Wings of Desire is a poem.
Directed by the German auteur Wim Wenders, Wings is a moving story of angels among us. While we see many angels in the film, this story focuses on Damiel (Bruno Ganz) and Cassiel (Otta Sander). We follow the two angels as they move through Berlin observing its inhabitants and ruminating (via voice-over) on their lives, time, history, evil, creation, and the nature of God.
This 1987 film is hypnotic in its use of black and white, gorgeous cinematography (Some scenes at a circus reminded me of Fellini’s 8 1/2), affecting score, and its slow pace. There are long scenes with no dialogue. But, it is never boring. You hear so many films described as being about “the human condition” that it has become a cliché. But, I can’t think of many other films that actually do examine the human condition more effectively than Wings. We pass through streets, libraries, subways,and rooftops with Damiel and Cassiel as they listen to the heartbroken, lost, despairing, tormented, and injured. A touch on the shoulder from either one of them causes the person they are observing to redirect their thoughts towards hope. In some instances, they are too late as when Cassiel is unable to dissuade a man from jumping to his death. In one particularly moving scene, Damiel comes across a motorcyclist who has been in an accident and is dying. We hear his thoughts: “You never saw anyone die? I stink of gasoline. I saw it all clearly - the Mercedes, the pool of oil. Karin, I should have told you. It can’t be that simple. I’ve still so much to do.”
At times, children can spot the angels but never adults. That is, except for Peter Falk who plays himself. He is in Berlin for a movie shoot and can sense when an angel is near him. Damiel and Cassiel are intrigued by this as Falk talks to them out loud much to the confusion of people nearby.
Damiel has the face of an angel. He exudes compassion and mercy. That is terrific acting. Acting is not always about voice. As soon as you see Bruno Ganz on screen, you buy him as this benevolent being who has existed since creation. Yet, I also appreciated the humanity that the film brings in little touches such as when Cassiel laughs when he sees a Jew taking a smoke break with some Nazis on a movie set.
While observing the young trapeze artist Marion (Solveig Dommartin), Damiel begins to fall in love. He hears her thoughts: “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.” His desire for love leads to his desire to become human. If this is sounding familiar, it’s because this film was remade as the far inferior American product City of Angels with Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan. That film’s focus was the love story. Wings of Desire is about so much more; in fact, the love story doesn’t really develop until the final third of the film and doesn’t follow the same plot at all of the American film.
Wings of Desire is a film that deserves to be not so much seen as experienced. You probably won’t get it all in its first viewing. I didn’t. But, it is one of the most mesmerizing, haunting, and splendid pieces of art I’ve seen. If you take film seriously, this is a must-see poem.
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