Ten reasons why I think it's a good film:
1. Berlin circus elephants are funny but in a strange melancholic type of way.
2. Nick Cave in full mental scag head mode. Sounding like a mating warthog on Quaaludes.
3. Footsteps in the no-mans-land sand, reminds me of childhood on Blackpool beach but without all the donkey shit.
4. The foxy trapeze artist’s Bermuda dansette. Play that funky music white girl.
5. Peter Falk teaching the 'angel' to rub his hands and drink tea when cold, whilst looking like an Eastern European used car salesman.
6. The crowd in the club scene at the end. Pre-dated ‘Emo’ by years demonstrating the ‘cutting edginess’ of the film.
7. The old fellow reminiscing about the war enabling us to demonstrate our empathy towards all those who lost their lives in both World Wars, whilst an all pervading ‘Live Aid’ type smugness descends.
8. When played loud, the soundtrack scares foxes from out of my back garden, thus preventing them shitting in my rose buds and sledge shed.
9. The graffiti on ‘the wall’ makes ‘Banksy’ look like a primitive primary school dauber.
10. It’s like all in black and white and shit and it’s got like angels who can like read people’s thoughts and shit and it’s all in Berlin, yeah? Fookin’ Bowie, Scag Lou Reed, Check-point Charlie, long black duster coats, Iggy, Camus, Kafka etc etc….
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