Faraway, So Close!

I just finished watching Faraway, So Close! (or in German: In weiter Ferne, so nah!). The 1993 film is directed and co-written by Wim Wenders, the man who gave us a number of movies, in and of his own unique, tasteful, and arguably, sometimes daft style. A few of his films include, The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick, Hammett, The State of Things, Wings of Desire, and Paris, Texas.

In the opening credits of the film, we find the protagonist nested on top of the Berlin Victiory Column. He is an angel. Him and his divine kin traverse (more like waft) the earth. Their job is to guide human beings, whispering words of truth to them, carrying them through the darkness at the end of their lives, and above all, watching them. A striking statement comes out at the beginning of the movie:

"We are neither the light, nor the message. We are the messengers."

Another beautiful monologue in the film stood out to me, this time coming from an Italian man, working in his shop, as he lets his thoughts pour out of him. The angels after all, hear the thoughts of humans, thereby knowing the present conditions of their hearts. It is as follows:

"It still amazes me, that you don't have to think about what you do, once you've established a routine. You can think any thoughts, draw your conclusions, contradict them, just like an angel, but without the exclusivity.

Meanwhile you create something! Something to eat, a chair, a fur hat, a pizza. Lot's of necessary things, and plenty of them, so there'll be enough some day. At the same time, you must think about what isn't necessary and what's still missing. Otherwise you'd only have things that already exist. And you'd be bored."