Wings of Desire

Wim Wenders’ most purely romantic film is like poetry on celluloid, a celebration of the transient and fragile moments of being human: the warmth of a cup of coffee on a cold day, the embrace of a friend, the touch of a lover, the rapture of love.

Such a beautiful piece of poetry.
The writing, dialogue, cinematography, performances, themes,philosophy, everything was excellent.
"Perhaps the weight of wings is knowing you will never land."
"I've always known happiness was fleeting, but I never knew sadness could be eternal."

That hit so hard. Especially when you’re watching with your mom. Idk why

masterpiece

so pretty

was that fucking columbo?