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.
