Posted August 31, 2010on:
“The Fall” by Tarsem Singh was sentimental, but I could not help being moved by it. Who would have though a Punjabi could make such a film?? It is the story of the sweetest little girl – cherubic, naughty, gusty – and a jilted lover – both patients in a late 19th century Spanishsey hospital. The girl is in the hospital for a fracture to her arm, when the young man is admitted for a fall which has crippled him below the legs. This new inmate catches the fancy of our restless young cherub, and promises to tell her a story. As the story progresses, we find that the young girl lost her father, probably killed by a group of “very angry men” who burned down their house, and the young man is in the hospital because of a failed suicide attempt. The action of the movie plays out in the brilliant and ripe imagination of the young girl, who visualizes the randomly concocted tale of the young man. The man’s real ploy is to fool the innocent little girl into bringing him pills which will finally allow him to effect his suicide.
The Fall is the story of the unlikliest of two individuals finding redemption in each other. The story in the mind of the little girl serves as a metaphor of these two finding meaning and hope in the other. Undoubtedly sentimental. And it was impossible to be cold to the irresistible sweetness of the little girl. I loved it.