Crane (2013)

Actors: Paul Pawlowski (producer), Rachel Voter (director), Rachel Voter (producer), Matt Monaco (actor), David Campfield (actor), Julian Ramirez (editor), Lissa Keigwin (actress), Lindsay Mallory (producer), Barbara Fairshter (producer), Rachel Voter (writer), Feleicia Martin (costume designer), Daniel Boucher (miscellaneous crew), Laura Benson (miscellaneous crew), Deirdre Hammons (producer), Michael Fairshter (producer),

Genres: Drama, Short,

Alfred (2013)

Actors: Carla Daws (actress), John Daws (actor), Luis Olmeda (producer), Luis Olmeda (director), Anthony Crespo (editor), Valerie Frazee (writer), Valerie Frazee (producer), Valerie Frazee (actress), Cliff Frazee (miscellaneous crew), Toni Baum (actress), Richard Fish (actor), Jennifer Pierce (actress), Lisse Fish (miscellaneous crew), Connie Watson (writer),

Genres: Short,
Taglines: A minute to say hello, forever to say goodbye.

Cassiel (2011)

Actors: Jon Campling (actor), Andrew Gwyn Davies (producer), Andrew Gwyn Davies (writer), David Avery (actor), Will Haynes (producer), Will Haynes (director), Gina Bramhill (actress), Adam Biskupski (editor), Fiona Carruthers (writer), Fiona Carruthers (producer),

Genres: Fantasy, Horror, Short, Thriller,

City of Angels (1998)

Actors: Gabriel Yared (composer), Wim Wenders (writer), Meg Ryan (actress), Peter Spellos (actor), Arnon Milchan (producer), Elisabeth Shue (actress), Colm Feore (actor), Nicolas Cage (actor), John Putch (actor), Dennis Franz (actor), Andre Braugher (actor), Nick Offerman (actor), Brian Markinson (actor), Lori A. Balton (miscellaneous crew), Shay Cunliffe (costume designer),

Plot: Seth is an angel who accompanies the spirits of the recently dead to the ever after. Seth has never been human and so has has never experienced touch or taste. When in the hospital however he comes across Dr. Maggie Rice, a brilliant young heart surgeon who is devoted to her profession and her patients. Seth has the power to let himself be seen but Maggie finds him far too mysterious. Seth also meets a patient, Nathaniel Messinger, who has news for him - he too was once an angel like Seth but chose to fall to Earth and become human. Seth makes a decision on his future, which does not turn out as he had expected.

Keywords: angel, angel-on-earth, bathtub, beach, bicycle, chick-flick, dead-woman-with-eyes-open, death, defibrillation, doctor
Genres: Drama, Fantasy, Romance,
Taglines: She didn't believe in angels until she fell in love with one. What if angels walked amoung us, and one of them fell in love with us?

Quotes:

Maggie Rice: Do you feel that?::Seth: Yes.::Maggie Rice: And that? How's it feel? Tell me what it feels like.::Seth: I can't.::Maggie Rice: Try.::Seth: Warm. Aching.::Maggie Rice: It's okay. We fit together.::Seth: I know.::Maggie Rice: We were made to fit together.

Seth: Am I too late?::Maggie Rice: Too late?::Seth: Jordan?::Maggie Rice: I couldn't marry Jordan. I'm in love with you.

Seth: I always asked the dying what they liked best about living. Wrote it down in my book. This is it. This is what I like best.

Maggie Rice: We have our whole lives together. You and me. Mr. and Mrs. Plate.

Maggie Rice: I don't understand a God who would let us meet, if there's no way we could ever be together.

Seth: I fell.::Ann: Evidently. Off a train?::Seth: I fell in love. Ann, please help me find her.

Seth: [about Susan] She said, what good would wings be if you couldn't feel the wind on your face?

Maggie Rice: I'm not afraid. When they ask me what I liked the best, I'll tell them, it was you.

Maggie Rice: Those eyes. The way he looked right... right down into me.

Maggie Rice: Got a message for me?::Seth: I already gave it to you.::Maggie Rice: Well, did you use my pager? 'Cause I usually don't get my messages unless you beep me.::Seth: You've definitely been beeped.

Lumière et compagnie (1995)

Actors: Ismail Merchant (actor), David Lynch (actor), Youssef Chahine (actor), Marc Chapiteau (actor), Antoine Duléry (actor), Claude Lelouch (actor), Bruno Ganz (actor), Charles Gérard (actor), Ticky Holgado (actor), James Ivory (actor), Neil Jordan (actor), Patrice Leconte (actor), Theodoros Angelopoulos (actor), Spike Lee (actor), François Mitterrand (actor),

Plot: 40 international directors were asked to make a short film using the original Cinematographe invented by the Lumière Brothers, working under conditions similar to those of 1895. There were three rules: (1) The film could be no longer than 52 seconds, (2) no synchronized sound was permitted, and (3) no more than three takes. The results run the gamut from Zhang Yimou's convention-thwarting joke to David Lynch's bizarre miniature epic.

Keywords: antique, avant-garde, baby, cinema, compilation, creativity, egyptian-pyramid, experiment, experimental-film, film-camera
Genres: Documentary,

In weiter Ferne, so nah! (1993)

Actors: Otto Sander (actor), Rüdiger Vogler (actor), Lajos Kovács (actor), Horst Buchholz (actor), Heinz Rühmann (actor), Klaus-Jürgen Steinmann (actor), Lou Reed (actor), Udo Samel (actor), Bruno Ganz (actor), Mikhail Gorbachev (actor), Ronald Nitschke (actor), Willem Dafoe (actor), Peter Falk (actor), Hanns Zischler (actor), Günter Meisner (actor),

Genres: Drama, Fantasy, Mystery, Romance,

Quotes:

Cassiel: Why can't I be good? Why can't I act like a man? Why can't I act like other men can?::Lou Reed: If I knew, I would tell you. Hang in there.

Emit Flesti: Have you heard the prophecy? "In the Year of Hate, when all that is foreign is despised, dark riders will enter the harbor, seize the ship and everyone on it and sail them straight into hell"::Cassiel: I know all prophecy, but not this one. You made it up.::Emit Flesti: What's the difference? It just happened.

Cassiel: Each one creates his own world within his own vision and hearing. He remains a prisoner in it. And from his cell he sees the cells of others.

Emit Flesti: Let me explain a couple of things. Time is short. That's the first thing. For the weasel, Time is a weasel. For the hero, Time is heroic. For the whore, Time is just another trick. If you're gentle, your Time is gentle. If you're in a hurry, Time flies. Time is a servant, if you are its master. Time is your god, if you are its dog. We are the creators of Time, the victims of Time, and the killers of Time. Time is timeless. That's the second thing. You are the clock, Cassiel.

Cassiel: Fucking gravity!

Der Himmel über Berlin (1987)

Actors: Anatole Dauman (producer), Joachim von Mengershausen (producer), Hans Martin Stier (actor), Lajos Kovács (actor), Teresa Harder (actress), Otto Sander (actor), Didier Flamand (actor), Nick Cave (actor), Bruno Ganz (actor), Blixa Bargeld (actor), Curt Bois (actor), Peter Falk (actor), Jürgen Heinrich (actor), Wim Wenders (writer), Wim Wenders (producer),

Plot: This Wim Wenders film centers around the story of two angels wandering in a mixture of post-war and modern Berlin. Invisible to humans, they nevertheless give their help and comfort to all the lonely and depressed souls they meet. Finally, after many centuries, one of the angels becomes unhappy with his immortal state and wishes to become human in order to experience the joys of everyday life. He meets a circus acrobat and finds in her the fufillment of all his mortal desires. He also discovers that he is not alone in making this cross over, and that a purely spiritual experience is not enough to satisfy anyone.

Keywords: 1980s, actor, actor-playing-himself, afterlife, airplane, ambulance, american, angel, angel-on-earth, armor
Genres: Drama, Fantasy, Romance,
Taglines: There are angels on the streets of Berlin.

Quotes:

Driver: Are there still borders? More than ever! Every street has its borderline. Between each plot, there's a strip of no-man's-land disguised as a hedge or a ditch. Whoever dares, will fall into booby traps or be hit by laser rays. The trout are really torpedoes. Every home owner, or even every tenant nails his name plate on the door, like a coat of arms and studies the morning paper as if he were a world leader. Germany has crumbled into as many small states as there are individuals. And these small states are mobile. Everyone carries his own state with him, and demands a toll when another wants to enter. A fly caught in amber, or a leather bottle. So much for the border. But one can only enter each state with a password. The German soul of today can only be conquered and governed by one who arrives at each small state with the password. Fortunately, no one is currently in a position to do this. So... everyone migrates, and waves his one-man-state flag in all earthly directions. Their children already shake their rattles and drag their filth around them in circles.

Peter Falk: To smoke, and have coffee - and if you do it together, it's fantastic.

Nick Cave: [singing] From her to eternity.

Damiel: It's great to live by the spirit, to testify day by day for eternity, only what's spiritual in people's minds. But sometimes I'm fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above I'd like to feel a weight grow in me to end the infinity and to tie me to earth. I'd like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say "Now." Now and now" and no longer "forever" and "for eternity." To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod. Every time we participated, it was a pretense. Wrestling with one, allowing a hip to be put out in pretense, catching a fish in pretense, in pretense sitting at tables, drinking and eating in pretense. Having lambs roasted and wine served in the tents out there in the desert, only in pretense. No, I don't have to beget a child or plant a tree but it would be rather nice coming home after a long day to feed the cat, like Philip Marlowe, to have a fever and blackended fingers from the newspaper, to be excited not only by the mind but, at last, by a meal, by the line of a neck by an ear. To lie! Through one's teeth. As you're walking, to feel your bones moving along. At last to guess, instead of always knowing. To be able to say "ah" and "oh" and "hey" instead of "yea" and "amen."::Cassiel: Yeah, to be able, once in a while, to enthuse for evil. To draw all the demons of the earth from passers-by and to chase them out into the world. To be a savage.::Damiel: Or at last to feel how it is to take off shoes under a table and wriggle your toes barefoot, like that.::Cassiel: Stay alone! Let things happen! Keep serious! We can only be savages in as much as we keep serious. Do no more than look! Assemble, testify, preserve! Remain spirit! Keep your distance. Keep your word.

Damiel: When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?

Homer, the aged poet: Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and through him reveal everyman. With time, those who listened to me became my readers. They no longer sit in a circle, bur rather sit apart. And one doesn't know anything about the other. I'm an old man with a broken voice, but the tale still rises from the depths, and the mouth, slightly opened, repeats it as clearly, as powerfully. A liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of words and sentences.

Marion: Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.

The Dying Man: [thinking to himself while lying on the side of a road after a motorcycle accident] You never saw anyone die? I stink of gasoline. I saw it all clearly - the Mercedes, the pool of oil. Karin, I should have told you. It can't be that simple. I've still so much to do.::Damiel: [Damiel places his hands on the Dying Man's head] As I came up the mountain, out of the misty valley into the sun. The fire on the cattle range, the potatoes in the ashes, the boathouse floating in the lake. The Southern Cross.::The Dying Man: [slowly begins to speak Damiel's thoughts out loud. They speak together at first. Then, Damiel walks away, and only the Dying Man speaks] The Far East. The Great North. The Wild West. The Great Bear Lake. Tristan da Cunha. The Mississippi Delta. Stromboli. The old houses of Charlottenburg. Albert Camus. The morning light. The child's eyes. The swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain. The sun. The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter. The veins of leaves. The blowing grass. The color of stones. The pebbles on the stream's bed. The white tablecloth outdoors. The dream of the house in the house. The dear one asleep in the next room. The peaceful Sundays. The horizon. The light from the room in the garden. The night flight. Riding a bicycle with no hands. The beautiful stranger. My father. My mother. My wife. My child.

Homer, the aged poet: What is wrong with peace that its inspiration doesn't endure?

Homer, the aged poet: Must I give up now? If I do give up, then mankind will lose its storyteller. And if mankind once loses its storyteller, then it will lose its childhood.