There are two types of survival films: One where our characters are in a situation where despite their best efforts, are screwed. The second type is where common sense evades moronic protagonists who dig themselves in to a hole from minute one. Scott Mann’s “Fall” is the second type. Despite being acrophobic’s nightmare (that is about all “Fall” has going for it) it’s basically a how to, of what not to do when honoring a loved one.
DO spread their ashes if you want; it’s trite but sweet.
DON’T climb to the top of a humongous, unstable radio tower to do it.
What ever happened to lakes, oceans, or stable cliffs?
