Tonight I saw again a film that was in my top five during my youth, Wings of Desire. I hadn’t however seen it for years, out of fear that time and experience would discredit it in my not-so-young-anymore eyes.
Partly wanting to see Berlin as it was before, more than 20 years ago (already!), I played the DVD tonight.
It’s still one of the films that appeal to the sensitivities of my generation. Or it could be just me.