I just caught the last 25 minutes of "Fall." It struck no dim memory, so I stayed with it. I found the leading man attractive enough and the leading lady suitably endowed to be a top model. The plot--cabbie and supermodel--well, in one way or another this is one of the world's oldest films clichés, and my eyes rolled when I read the synopsis. He was supposed to be a poet, so that was the big diff between the hundred other similar tales of Ordinary Joe and the Glam Lady. (Let's go back to "Her Highness and the Bellboy" with Hedy Lamarr and Robert Walker!)
As "Fall" plummeted to its conclusion I was struck by the standard twists,right up to the airport dash, the miraculous sighting as she enters alimo in full drag--did he read the Paris gossip columns to know whereto find her?--his despondent reactions. (Although the pillow-weeping was a bit much.) I was also struck at how, well...very gay he seems.Not that there's anything wrong with that! But given his normal-guy looks, I had to take a big suspension of disbelief. Maybe in her business she was always sleeping with gay-ish men? What alerted me that this was probably a VERY bad movie, and I'd missed the worst of it, was his letter to her, read over the action as she leaves and he follows. It was such drivel I could only assume she fled to Paris because she realized he was retarded! He was certainly no writer of merit.
I was dismayed when the movie closed with a very long shot of what appeared to be the two principals walking in the park, sitting on a bench, chatting. If it was not a misty flashback moment,one assumes they reconciled in some fashion? Unless it was another shortish, swishy man and his towering blonde friend? (Sorry for that, but I am gay myself and there is shot of him walking away from the camera, wearing only jeans that had me screaming, "you go,girlfriend!) If "Fall" pops up again, I'll probably watch it from the beginning. Sometimes a bad movie can lift the spirits better than a masterpiece. I just hope there are not a lot of examples of our cabbie/poet's writing.
As "Fall" plummeted to its conclusion I was struck by the standard twists,right up to the airport dash, the miraculous sighting as she enters alimo in full drag--did he read the Paris gossip columns to know whereto find her?--his despondent reactions. (Although the pillow-weeping was a bit much.) I was also struck at how, well...very gay he seems.Not that there's anything wrong with that! But given his normal-guy looks, I had to take a big suspension of disbelief. Maybe in her business she was always sleeping with gay-ish men? What alerted me that this was probably a VERY bad movie, and I'd missed the worst of it, was his letter to her, read over the action as she leaves and he follows. It was such drivel I could only assume she fled to Paris because she realized he was retarded! He was certainly no writer of merit.
I was dismayed when the movie closed with a very long shot of what appeared to be the two principals walking in the park, sitting on a bench, chatting. If it was not a misty flashback moment,one assumes they reconciled in some fashion? Unless it was another shortish, swishy man and his towering blonde friend? (Sorry for that, but I am gay myself and there is shot of him walking away from the camera, wearing only jeans that had me screaming, "you go,girlfriend!) If "Fall" pops up again, I'll probably watch it from the beginning. Sometimes a bad movie can lift the spirits better than a masterpiece. I just hope there are not a lot of examples of our cabbie/poet's writing.