Depth and desolation -- of a man, a city, a society. The film begins by wandering through the mystical dreamscape of the sleeping Knight; by the end it is trudging. Does the Pearl exist? It exists in every moment -- how can it be accessed? How can we find it if we're sleeping? How can we wake up? I always believe that Life stands before me, over a closed gate, and I must only wait for the doors to begin to slide apart. But I never think about who controls my entrances and exits. And who will allow my passage?
I too am asleep; but I dream nothing. The film mistakes desolation for depth and vice versa in a threefold synecdoche in the City of Angels. It's all here, as is -- perfect, and complete.
2/4
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