"[...] That vengeful lover whom your wealth of love could still
Not sate, you living and robust,
Did he use your inert complacent flesh to fill
The extreme limits of his lust?
O corpse defiled, with fevered hand in his crazed drouth
Did he grasp your stiff tresses? Tell,
Tell me, grim head, did he glue on your icy mouth
The kisses of his last farewell?
Far from a jeering world and courts where without cease
Magistrates probe as lawyers…
Only a certain kind of people feel a special connection with this torturous beauty.
I'm truly honoured, for I've found great friends through Melancholie der Engel.
The only film I'm thankful for its existence.
If throughout the movie
The whole 93 minutes
Of sheer beauty
Of absolutely flawless cinematography
Of jaw-dropping depiction of loneliness
Of human fragility hauntingly adorned with chagrin, ennui and spleen
The only thing that grabbed your attention was 4 minutes of a sexual activity then there's a very, very serious problem there buddy and watching movies shouldn't be your highest priority for the time being.