Since I started teaching in 2008, I haven’t really had a true summer break. Various family matters have always seemed to take over right on cue. I actually finished the week before last, but last week my daughter had not yet started summer camp. So today I mark as the first real day of summer. Meaning hours each day - actual blocks of time - to rest, think, have coffee, read, and of course immerse in long-neglected creative efforts like publishing my Belarus book, making music, developing some web projects, etc.
So I watched Wings of Desire again the other day on DVD - as normal creative sustenance, to revisit the late Peter Falk’s role, and to see how it all holds up. Man, not only does it hold up, it’s perhaps gotten better since it was made in the 80s. Then I watched it again today, this time with the running commentary by Wim Wenders and Falk switched on.
My goodness I’m glad I did. In a gentle, almost languid way, they (mostly Wenders but Falk too) provide beautiful and often profound insight into so many new layers of the film. You will make connections you didn’t perceive before, more fully appreciate the truly amazing BW cinematography, and grasp what a miraculous and unique movie it really is:
That Wenders was working without a script or storyboards. That the circus was named for Henri Alekan, the film’s cinematographer (of Roman Holiday and La Belle et la Bête fame, among many others). That many of Peter Falk’s scenes - like sketching the old woman, and trying on all the different hats - were based on things Falk himself was doing anyway on set. How much of a historical document the film has become with all the recent changes in the Berlin cityscape. That Solveig Dommartin did all her own trapeze work, all without a net even during training, and once badly fell. That there was an alternative ending with Cassiel, the other angel, becoming human too.
And don’t reach for the remote during the closing credits, Wenders keeps talking and it’s fairly mind-blowing. As the credits roll, the first thing that appears is a dedication to ‘Yasujiro, François, and Andrej’. He explains it’s a reference to directors Ozu, Truffaut, and Tarkovsky, and how their work inspired him. It’s an exquisite moment. I recently discovered the complicated, spiritual genius of Tarkovsky (thanks Gabriela and Mark!) and could totally see what he meant.
I had to post all this right away, while my synapses are still smoking. Maybe this is all ho-hum or too precious for some people. Whatever, that’s their loss to dismiss moments such as these, when something you thought you knew suddenly takes on a whole new life and richness, and makes transcendent creative connections that are universal, of the highest order.
Ah, summer break. Nice way to start.