The first thing that struck me about this movie is the title.City of Angels. It sounds so heavenly. The next thing was it had my favourite song in it. I loved Iris by Goo Goo Dolls ever since my friend Rohit told me about it. The story is about how Seth (Nicholas Cage), one of the many Angels who watch over the human beings of Los Angeles , falls in love with a young doctor Maggie Rice (Meg Ryan). He is impressed by her dedication towards her patients and eventually falls in love with her. Angels have subdued emotions, they feel no pain or hunger, they can't feel,breathe or taste. They may choose to 'fall' and give up eternity to become a human.That's what Seth did after he realised he couldn't convince Maggie that he was a Messenger of God. The story end on a tragic note with Maggie's unexpected death. There is touching line where Seth says "I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it."
The 1998 romance was not much of a hit and certainly had no award winning stuff in it.It's a good watch anyway although it may seem to drag some places. The lyrics of Iris nothing but perfect for Seth's feelings toward Maggie.
These are my favourite lines from Iris.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am "
I had a haircut few days back.I do almost every six months but had not attracted as much attention as this time. Maybe it wouldnt have been sucha big hype were I back in Muscat. But people here in Kerala just can't take it if a 16 year old girl has her hair cropped off below her ears.I guess they have not seen many. The perfect girl here is one who has waist length oiled hair neatly braided and tied with ribbons.Excuse me! So as I walked into school it felt a movie with a hundred pairs of eyes staring at me.Hundred pairs of wide open shocked.,horrified ,surprised( yup! i got all kind of response)eyes.I walked into 11b first looking for Aparna.Loud Gasps, girly screams and more shocked faces.Aswathy screamed her way to me. "Alice!"..yeah i wish. But the closest thing that Alice Cullen and I have in common is the hair(hers is spikier and shorter) because Alice Cullen is a vampire and she's beautiful! The guys all seemed quite confused. They didn't like it. Hahah...
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