Review of Wings of Desire (1987) by Carly F — 24 Oct 2018
Nothing less than mind-numbing can be used to describe this movie, it will have viewers constantly checking their watch in anticipation of when the monotonous movie will end. Wim Wenders tasteless film drones on for what seem like an eternity in a partially black and white cinematography that adds to the looming dreariness of post-WWII Berlin.
Perhaps the most horrendous scene of this whole movie comes when Damiel is watching over Marion at a rock concert. The camera is focused on her for an inordinate amount of time flailing her arms in the air in the most awkward ways and overexaggerated swaying to the nonsense music playing in the background. Meanwhile the rest of the concertgoers are nodding their heads and swaying like civilized human beings making Marion stick out even more. All of these aspects came together to create a scene so terrible it physically pained me to watch.
Wings of Desire is a scrapbook movie pieced together with extremely long uninteresting scenes and attempted introspective dialogue creating a film so dull it takes master self-control not to succumb to the urge to turn off the movie altogether.
This review of Wings of Desire (1987) was written by Carly F on 24 Oct 2018.
Wings of Desire has generally received very positive reviews.
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