City of Angels

This is a classic "chick flick." I don't see movies quite that black and white, and I like or dislike a movie not so much on its stereotypical appeal to a particular sex, but how the movie appeals to me as an individual.

This movie is admittedly corny at times, to say the least. Angel sees girl, who at first can't see him. Girl falls in love with him, and the movie makes it hard to believe any girl wouldn't, although angel is relatively boring and seems to be confused about what humans do even though he's apparently been watching them for an eternity and talking about it in high places with fellow begrudged angels. Angel falls in love with girl, at the expense of losing an eternity of sitting atop interstate signs and skyscrapers thinking about how nice it would be to sleep with and fall in love with a beautiful mortal female doctor who for some reason can't connect with another doctor who is no less boring than the angel. Girl falls in love with angel anyway, and eventually sees him and realizes they can't be together, and loves him bitterly, acting unconvincingly as if she wished she never met him. Angel pursues girl, choosing to fall to mortality, and goes to Tahoe, where she is staying at her uncle's cabin after mysteriously refusing to marry the other surgeon who proposed to her. Girl likes pears, describes what they taste like, and this has great impact on angel who....nevermind.

I am not so much criticizing the main characters, as I am saying I think I could play one of them just as well, and that's not saying much. Like the angel, I do tend to think "some things are true even if you don't believe in them" Nicolas Cage is mysteriously dopey like me in the movie, and Meg Ryan is for some reason in love with him. Works for me.