wings of desire

ah. how wonderful life is that there's so much beauty in it. Saw Wim Wendel's 'wings of desire' the day before yesterday. The movie is simply sublime poetry. If you had ever doubted how moving images can be poetry, watch this movie. brilliant. beautiful. It has a poetic underpinning to it through a poem by Peter Handke, 'Song of Childhood'.
....When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.....
and the poetic dialogues in the movie is well complemented with just as poetic camera work and direction. The camera sweeps and glides over the scenescape , it might as well have been dancing and flying with the mood of narration. what a revelation.

And then, I saw More by Mark Osbourne. Creations like these restores the faith in human capacity of genius. Now am hunting for some more genius and there's no dearth of it. check out Tim Burton's animated movie.
Also, check out IFC.com. Its a website for independent movie makers. some good stuff here, and great way to know whats happening in the indie circuit.

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