Wim Wenders's first sequel. The work which it continues, after a six-year interruption, is Wings of Desire, the absolute last of the director's movies to warrant continuation, excepting perhaps The Scarlet Letter. But here they come again, those invisible, colorblind, mind-reading, ineffectual angels on patrol in a black-and-white Berlin. Bruno Ganz, the lovestruck cherub of the first installment, is now a happily married pizza man, and before an hour is up, his former cohort, Otto Sander, switches to humandom, too, and the movie switches predominantly to color. This is just as well, because cinematographer Jürgen Jürges is nowhere near such a master of black-and-white as Henri Alekan (on hand here in a walk-on part as a boat captain). What isn't just as well is the heightened level of silliness: the unflattering photo booth, the cooler-than-cool Lou Reed concert, the first taste of schnapps, some preposterously staged gangster action. (Wenders has never known how to move in a hurry.) Peter Falk is back as "Himself," in an expanded role, which does not in the least lower the level of silliness, and Mikhail Gorbachev puts in a cameo appearance, which ditto. (1993) — Duncan Shepherd
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