robins88 I don't know how I missed this movie in first release. Saw today as a FLIX freebie and by the end was absolutely stunned. I wept for sadness and for joy. I think this is one of the best sleeper films I have seen in quite some time: the cinematography, the quirky characters, the narration, the issues, the musical score all combine to create a world that pulls you in. How refreshing to see a man comfortable with two strong women friends. How awesome to see rarely filmed wonderful shots of New York. Although the sex scenes at first seem perhaps a bit boring, they also felt real. The protagonist's poetry invited reflection. The film's ending narration was brilliant. I definitely recommend that you see this film if you are at all interested in a meditation on life's choices and uncertainty and hope.

krp2003 I cried. And cried and cried. Some films simply remind you of relationships, others evoke emotional experiences (should you have any) for relationships gone south, some tease you with relationships that might have been. "Fall" incorporates all of these. First off, my primary recollection from the 3 or 4 times I've enjoyed watching "Fall" is the ending. Sarah is in Paris, exiting some chic place with Phillipe. Michael, who has flown to Paris in desperate need to re-connect with her, tracks her down (magically) and sees her exiting. He looks at her, she looks at him, she non-verbally gestures "no, don't connect with me any more"--- and he breaks down in sobs. As do I, even as I'm writing this. The longing for true love on his face—the yearning for a love than can never be fully returned—is one of the best, if not THE best, portrayal of unrequited love I have ever seen in any film. Bar none. Heart-breaking sobs. You, who berate this film for Eric Schaeffer's self-indulgence and egoism, must never have felt this type of unrequited love, and for you I feel sorry (or not—I guess it's easier to be ignorant in love but wise in film criticism). For the rest of us, he struck a chord that is rarely approached in film. Forget the strap-on, dismiss the socioeconomic disconnect, don't fret over the boastfulness—this film simply nailed that painful yearning for true love that some romantics still treasure. The dialog touches many of us as personally poignant but that "film" critics interpret as trite. I could wax eloquent about the cinematography—especially one scene where Sarah is walking past a piece d'art depicting waves (get the metaphor, duh!) with an equivalently apt soundtrack—but the arrogant, non-romantic film critics would dismiss this as being self-indulgent. You know, sometimes we need self-indulgence—especially when it comes to relationships! Give me those scenes that touch my heart, expand my senses, and evoke my passion. If you want to be really TOUCHED by a film, see Fall. You won't be disappointed (unless you've taken Film Criticism 101, in which case cynicism trumps romanticism).

kalin_vasilev_usa I have searched for this movies for years since I first saw it back in 1999. At that time I have fallen deeply in love with my high school sweet heart. This movie has materialized a lot of the emotions a person experiences when falling. I kept it dear to my heart because of the beautiful poetry and the way how a person can truly relate to it. After spending 10 years looking for this title I finally found it. This movie is for the person who has experienced at least once in their life the real love. Passionate, spontaneous, deep. The chemistry between Schafer and deCadenet is real, like a true story that is waiting to happen to anybody who is ready to accept it. The energy, the romance, the erotic feelings.

shark-43 Obviously there are people who admire this movie and that's fine - but in an almost cult-type way they also seem to lash out at the many people who also DO NOT admire it and see it as a narcissistic trainwreck - an unintentionally hilarious movie - not quite as twisted and awful as The Room because Schaeffer is a competent filmmaker, but just as filled with hokey writing, bad acting and an ego as big as the universe. Schaeffer, a short little character actor must think he's Tom Cruise or Russel Crowe they way he tries to carry himself - but he looks like if Lance Henrikson and Christopher Meloni had a baby - well, that'd be him - so with his heavy lidded smirk - he wants us to believe his obnoxious, overly confident character actor could seduce this supermodel - OK, fine. And nothing against the actress who plays the supermodel - described in the film as "the most beautiful woman in the world" - well, sorry, if you choose to write that line, you better make damn sure you cast someone who IS that beautiful. But this actress looks like a beat-up Rebecca Stamos and her range goes from dull to duller. And the fact that the true seducing element is supposed to be these tremendous love poems that he faxes to her - well, that is when we really started to laugh. THey come off like those sappy greeting cards you might find in a new age gift shop - they are truly stoner freshman beatnik poet crap - so lame, so standard and the fact that the femme fatale acts like she has just been faxed Pablo Neruda's best work is hysterically funny. So, in short, FALL is one of my favorite bad movies and in my circle of friends - who really enjoy bad movies - movies so bad that they are "good" well, FALL is right up there. And from what I understand, people I know in NY who have met the real Schaeffer say his ego fills Manhattan Island. Confidence is one thing, cluelessness is another, Michael Shiver.