An angel is not necessarily pure or perfect. The most, no, the only, significant thing, should be her heart.
It’s the first time I took 1 hour 41 minutes without any interruption to watch a movie, a silent movie. And, it is totally worth it.
Without sound, without fantastic modern technologies, nor dazzling colors decors, in general, nothing to abstract me from the basic story telling. Every subtle change on the countenance of the actor and actress, what the director wanted to tell on a particular shot, “enter her world and follow the path of the movie”, it was definitely an a little tiring (at some points, painful) but still enjoyable course.
About the story and characters
Angela, a self-redeemed angel.
She reminded me of a lecture when I was in college. My philosophy teacher once said: It’s nonsense to judge a student good or bad now, cause none of you have been tempted. You’re just sitting inside of this “ivory tower” living a simple life and judging the outsiders with your own imagination, for granted. Only after you experienced the complexity and living pressure of the real life, could you make such judgment about yourself or others.
Someone sank; most drifted, yet a few, survived and reach out for the shore. Like Angela.
Forced by poverty, she made a shamed attempt and ran away from the punishment she deserved. Yet, she always kept her faith—principle for herself, hope for life and love, guilty for wrong-did, believe for tomorrow, and, forgiveness to the others.
We could tell these easily, from the embarrassment of her soliciting attempt, her sticking to separate living before marriage; her upset peering at policemen during her show (which directly led to her accident); She fought with her fear to workhouse and showed enormous courage to leave at that special day, despite of the lose of her love and bright future life with Gino…And at that very moment, the only thing she was worrying, was not her life, but Gino’s.
After released from the workhouse, the really “street angel” asking her to “come down, with me”, yet she refused and chose her way, literally, the high way.
At that time, she became an angel.
While for Gino. He had been a coward.
He attracted by Angela’s hot appearance and character, and lived with this pure image in his imagination, totally unable to extricate.
That’s why he painted her with the Virgin’s feeling. He sees through her, however, he could only understand the appearance, not her kind heart that he should have cherished. When facing misery, he could only solve it with anger, with the desire of total rejection and perish. He seemed talented, well mannered, considerate, like an angel. But what about his inside? The selfishness, narrow and limited mind, was his only inner.
People fooled by the painting, I don’t know what if they found out that the model for that “precious old painting” was just a poor criminal girl, how ironic!!
A street girl could be Mona Lisa, with her purest smile that light up directly to our deepest emptiness.
Every one could be sublimed to an angel, for the force was, is and will always be deep planted in our heart. It’s just too painful to let it grow. Poverty, or suffering could change our life, but the quality of life, happy or misery, are always chosen by us, ourselves, only.