Fallen Angels

"We're all just looking for someone to share the silence with." My god I should have listened to you sooner James. This film is something special. Everyone in Fallen Angels is isolated in their own way, circling around each other but never quite connecting. The hitman who wants out. The woman who cleans his room just to feel close to him. The mute guy who breaks into places because the world won’t let him in anywhere else. It's sad, but not in a hopeless way more like a longing. Hong Kong feels alive here, but not friendly. It’s fast, dizzying, fluorescent. Everyone’s moving, but no one seems to know where they’re going. I think that’s what stuck with me most is how beautiful it can be to feel lost, to feel something even if it’s fleeting. That warped fisheye lens, those weird off-angles, the way the frame constantly shifts or stutters, it feels like the world when you’re tired, drunk, in love, or all three. There are lines that hit like a quiet punch to the chest. There are scenes that feel like dreams I’ve had but forgot. This movie doesn’t ask you to understand it, it just wants you to feel it. And I did. A lot. A new favourite of mine