Synopsis

Pop surrealism meets satirical melodrama, The Texture of Falling is unlike any film that you've ever seen. It transcends genre and defies classification. It follows Louisa (Julie Webb) as a filmmaker reeling from a recent professional dejection, who meets Luke (Patrick Green), a pianist experiencing his own artistic crisis. Despite a long-term relationship with Ati, (Donny Persons), Louisa is intrigued by Luke. As Louisa falls for him, her skepticism of romantic love begins to unravel as she surrenders to her passions. But as Louisa and Luke's romance blooms, a simultaneous story arises as Michael (Benjamin Farmer), a wayward architect estranged from his wife, meets Sylvia, an enigmatic painter. But are these parallels merely a coincidence? Soon Michael and Sylvia embark on a verboten journey of pleasure and pain. But who is Sylvia? As Michael's lust crescendos, he realizes that he has chosen the elusive. In The Texture of Falling, nothing is what it seems. From its opening shot to its startling climax, the film inverts all expectations. Marking the audacious, unforgettable debut of its writer-director-actor, Maria Allred, it is a visual tour-de-force. It asks what is real and what is artifice. Where do our fantasies end and our passions begin? —William Boyd

Pop surrealism meets satirical melodrama, The Texture of Falling is unlike any film that you've ever seen. It transcends genre and defies classification. It follows Louisa (Julie Webb) as a filmmaker reeling from a recent professional dejection, who meets Luke (Patrick Green), a pianist experiencing his own artistic crisis. Despite a long-term relationship with Ati, (Donny Persons), Louisa is intrigued by Luke. As Louisa falls for him, her skepticism of romantic love begins to unravel as she surrenders to her passions. But as Louisa and Luke's romance blooms, a simultaneous story arises as Michael (Benjamin Farmer), a wayward architect estranged from his wife, meets Sylvia, an enigmatic painter. But are these parallels merely a coincidence? Soon Michael and Sylvia embark on a verboten journey of pleasure and pain. But who is Sylvia? As Michael's lust crescendos, he realizes that he has chosen the elusive. In The Texture of Falling, nothing is what it seems. From its opening shot to its startling climax, the film inverts all expectations. Marking the audacious, unforgettable debut of its writer-director-actor, Maria Allred, it is a visual tour-de-force. It asks what is real and what is artifice. Where do our fantasies end and our passions begin? —William Boyd

July 07, 2019 at 01:11 AM