Because I got shut out of both the Viennese exhibition, and the "Melancholie" exhibition at the Grand Palais, and because it was zero degrees outside and because it was 4:00, I went to the 4:15 showing of Luc ("La Femme Nikita," "The Professional") Besson's new movie, "Angela." Or "Angel-A." Whatever.
OK. First things first. Jean Reno is not in this movie. And he ought to have been. Because I count on him to show up and bad-assedly shoot up the room with a 9mm and then light a cigarette off a dead guy's Zippo. Well, that doesn't happen here.
However, those of you who are soothed by the familiar will be pleased to know that not only is the film "Wings of Desire" meets "It's A Wonderful Life," it's also the Robert Palmer "Addicted to Love" video -- a salute to the restorative powers that only the love of a two-meter tall woman in a crotch-length mini-dress and heels can provide. Now don't say you haven't been warned.
Now granted, I missed out on a few of the finer points of the film, seeing as they talked really, really fast throughout. And if Angela or Angel-A didn't gesture with her cigarettes quite so effectively, I would have never known what was going to happen. And to be honest, I still am not sure why she fell to earth on the Pont Alexandre III to save down on-his-luck/owes-money-all-around-town André (played by Jamel Debbouze, the specially-abled grocer's assistant from "Amelie"). I also am not sure what exactly he says at the end to the bad guy. But it seemed to be very heartfelt.
I do know that Angela/Angel-A/She Who Shall Be Obeyed takes a long time getting him to say "I love you" to himself in the mirror (of the most amazing public toilet I have ever seen). But here's the really mind-bending part: Debbouze, who is a huge comic around these parts, is real and true and heartbreaking throughout the whole thing. (Except for one scene straight out of a Warner Bros. cartoon, where he drinks himself into a stupor at a club while Angela/Angel-A turns 50,000 euro worth of tricks in the men's room). Prediction: the movie will tank everywhere, and he will soar high. Sort of in a Jon Leguizamo kind of way, only minus the psychopathic/violent streak, and with big Dakin-stuffed-teddy-bear black eyes.