
The Falling

England, 1969. The fascinating Abbie and the troubled Lydia are great friends. After an unexpected tragedy occurs in the strict girls' school they attend, a mysterious epidemic of fainting breaks out that threatens the mental sanity and beliefs of the tormented people involved, both teachers and students.
This is not a commercial film. It is a concept film, the parents are but one, both writer and director. There is no room for any other. The cadence is that of a lover calling out to its self. Borne, alone, by the talents of exceptional actors. But its private world is inhospitable to the onlooker. The pace is excruciatingly slow and self absorbed, the hope is that the audience will be lulled into the same reverie of the lover. But many will be alienated in the process. I was one who stayed to the end just out of curiousity but, beyond exceptional performances, I found little there to justify the observation. I was not bewitched. In short, it is pretentious, much like this review. I give the film a 6 (self-absorbed) out of 10. [Drama, Mystery]