“What good is an angel if he can’t feel the wind in his wings?”

The plot is emotionally ambitious but structurally uneven. The pacing drags in the middle, and the philosophical “rules” of angelhood are fuzzy at best. Supporting characters (like Dennis Franz’s cynical former angel) feel underused, though Franz delivers a raw, affecting monologue about losing the ability to taste an apple.

A quiet rainy night, a box of tissues, and someone you don’t mind crying in front of.

Without spoiling too much: the final twist is either devastating poetry or manipulative tragedy, depending on your tolerance for romantic melodrama. Some viewers will cry for days; others may throw a pillow at the screen. What’s undeniable is that it flips the usual “love conquers all” script on its head — and that takes guts.