“I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it. One.”
Brad Silberling’s City of Angels isn’t a film that seems to have aged well and perhaps it suffers a bit from the Nicholas Sparks syndrome we’ve been exposed to over recent years. I’m not bashing on Sparks because I was a fan of The Notebook, but his stories seem to