Fallen Angels spoke to me like no other film had before. I, too, liked to smoke and dine alone. I was also lonely but wanted to find glamour in solitude. I wanted to be in a world of red lipstick, cigarettes, lingerie, smoky bars, grime, desperate passion, and desire. The film is dark, moody, and violent, and at the same time, hopeful. It spoke to all the different parts of my young and yearning heart.