From a Wim Wenders film. People die. Angels
take them to the beyond. All the angels wear very cool trench
coats and hang out at the beach in the morning. They have no
senses. Nicholas Cage waits on a patient ready for the beyond.
Surgeon Meg Ryan is working on that patient. She senses, or sees,
Cage. They fall in love.
Alternatively lyrical and sappy, death and
afterlife films make me sad. Add a love story, even with Meg Ryan
(of the Sally Field School of Modern Perk, she needs a good
slap), and I'm hooked. Luckily, I was in the center seat, aisle
24, so I was forced to control my emotions.
This is a weeper, it makes LA look gorgeous,
and it is nothing compared to the original. But Cage and Andre
Braugher (Cage's angel buddy) sell the other-worldliness of their
characters, Ryan is bearable, and Dennis Franz as a fallen angel,
well, they threaten, but we are not forced to watch his naked
ass. So that's a plus as well.
6 out of 10 9s. NOT a date film, because, if a
first date, too heavy, and if a later date film, you'll pale in
comparison to the "loooooove" exuded by Ryan and Cage .
. . the romantic equivalent of watching pornography with a woman.
Sure, everybody's hot, but, um, look at the size of the one on
the screen and . . . oh well, forget it.
