Fallen Angels

Some movies are meant to be a part of our lives, a mirror, perhaps, or a thread woven into our interconnected existence. And that was Fallen Angels for me. Watching this movie feels like experiencing a cinematic fever dream at the bottom of a dry well. Here I am, in a world where everyone has their own lonely love stories. Others say, "Look how pitiful and poor love is. It's not love, we're just obsessed with each other for our own sake." And I tell them to watch Wong Kar-wai. It's as if Pink Floyd took a visual turn.