Solveig Dommartin
Two films I have for years numbered among my favorites are Wim Wenders’ “Wings of Desire” and the critically panned cult favorite “Until the End of the World” (I have yet to see the five-hour version). Both starred Solveig Dommartin, a striking, vibrant woman who seemed otherworldly, a sprite or an elf. Because of her, I believed someone might tempt an angel from heaven.
I just learned she died of a heart attack in January of this year at the “obscenely young age” of 45. Maxim Jakubowski remembers her as “a hell of a girl” in the Guardian Unlimited film blog.
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