Word: soulfulness
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...angel is someone who listens. In this German movie, two angels -- yes, real angels, with wings and ponytails -- listen keenly to every wounded soul in West Berlin. Damiel (Bruno Ganz) and Cassiel (Otto Sander) patrol the city's streets, libraries, offices, homes. Their job is to "observe, collect, testify, preserve," to offer the unseen hand of consolation to lonely old men, restless scholars, frustrated workers, angry wives. All those voices! And everyone asking the same questions: "Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space...
...hard to take the measure of the man. Robert Kennedy was mostly a brother in his lifetime: a campaign manager, an Attorney General and then the younger brother to whom the torch was passed. Again, as a brother, he had to battle past his own dark night of the soul to take up a doomed burden, knowing that every time he rose to speak in front of a crowd it was to stare his own death in the eye. But the Kennedy magic, both a blessing and a curse, attached to him, and he quickly became a Senator, then...
...what a flood of taboo thoughts run through one head at these Radical Chic events...But it's delicious. It is as if one's nerve endings were on red alert to the most intimate nuances of status. Deny it if you want! Nevertheless, it runs through every soul here. It is the matter of the marvelous contradictions on all sides. It is like the delicious shudder you get when you try to force the prongs of two horseshoe magnets together... them and us." Radical Chic...
...More fighter pilots died in automobiles than in airplanes. Fortunately, there was always some kindly soul up the chain to certify the papers `line of duty,' so that the widow could get a better break on the insurance. That was okay and only proper because somehow the system itself had long ago said Skol! and Quite right! to the military cycle of Flying & Drinking and Drinking & Driving, as if there were no other way. Every young fighter jock knew the feeling of getting two or three hours' sleep and then waking up at 5:30 a.m. and having...
Jesse is a poet. He looks and listens to America, to his aides and even to reporters. Their feelings, their moods, their words flow through his system. His lines come from his soul, and they have swirled around deep down in there, marinated in his special anger and ambition, sometimes for weeks. Then he speaks them into a tape recorder and hears them come back at him. And he tunes them and times them, then lofts them to the misty-eyed worshipers who are swept with him into the clouds...