Regarded by some as an inscrutable poetic masterpiece, I can't help but think that
Wings of Desire, despite all its beauty, falls into the category of pretentious arthouse cinema. The film follows two angels, Damiel and Cassiel, through a series of images and setpieces, as they regard the modern world around them--always observing, pondering, helping. The angels have existed since the beginning of time ("it took a long time for the river to meet its bed") and watched the progression of God's creations with a mix of sympathy and wonder.
