The idea of two friends trapped at the top of a 600-meter tower sounds, from the start, a bit far-fetched. It’s not something most of us would ever do in real life, and maybe that’s why it’s hard to connect with the premise at first. However, the film manages to grip thanks to the constant tension and the sheer vertigo it conveys from the first climb to the final shot. It’s the kind of movie you experience more for the physical reaction than for realism. The script isn’t exactly subtle. The dialogue is sometimes weak, and the characters’ motivations feel somewhat forced, as if they were excuses to drag them up the tower. Even so, when the camera leans over the void and height becomes the true protagonist, everything else fades into the background. That’s where Fall delivers: it makes your palms sweat even if you’re safe on your couch. Despite its limited premise, the direction makes the most out of it. The aerial shots, the sound of the wind, and the sense of isolation work perfectly. Even when the story throws in some far-fetched twists, the tension never fully disappears. It’s survival cinema in its most basic form, but still effective. The biggest issue is that after the first hour, the movie starts repeating itself. It stretches the suspense too long and risks losing impact. At those moments, you realize that trimming twenty minutes would have made it sharper. Still, it remains entertaining and manages to hold attention. In the end, Fall isn’t a masterpiece of the genre, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s a simple, direct experience that plays with fear of heights and pushes it to the extreme. For those looking for quick thrills and a dose of well-dosed tension, it does the job. It might not stick for long, but while it lasts, it delivers exactly what it promises: making you stare into the void with a knot in your stomach.