Summary
We once believed that humans were an intelligent race, but then we kept making films like Fall Girls over and over again.
I haven’t seen the latter, but I’ll assume that Fall Girls bears some resemblance to Rough Night, where a night out on the lash turns into a nightmare. Apparently, it was not a great film, and Fall Girls highlights the same trend. The eagerness to create the next The Hangover or Girls Trip is a feeble dream by wasteful production companies trying to roll the dice on shoddy scripts. We all want a good time, sure. But one must wonder whether throwing another budget at a similar narrative is more madness than commercially viable.
And what irks more about Fall Girls, is that the recycled story is not even history-defining. It’s rather simple and indicative of our easily-pleased generation. A group of friends drink a copious amount of drinks, intake Class A drugs and occasionally have wild sex. It’s hardly J. R. R. Tolkien, but apparently, we love garbage. There’s a tiny part of my brain that wonders if I should allow all this low-level content to consume my soul, chew it up into pieces and leave it on the couch in bits ready for Love Island because nothing I say or do will change this Zombie-like nation we are creating.
The premise of Fall Girls shamefully tries to veer off to make it sound like it is not similar to other films. A group of women from work join their boss for a wild weekend, and the next morning, they find her dead on the floor. They must cover up the death, while also trying to figure out who murdered their leader. Strangely, the whole drinking themselves to oblivion seems irrelevant after. There’s no racking each other’s brain to remember the night before. You can barely sense a hangover or an ounce of regret. It’s just a necessitous comedy that is dumbly bland and leaves you questioning what laughter even is. Is it an emotion? Does the feeling even exist anymore? Help me.
I understand that Fall Girls is meant to be fun. I love fun. But you know what I do not like? Forced fun. Forced fun sucks, and when you can see the cast unable to elevate their characters above their body language, then you are with them, hoping that their pain ends soon. You can see it on their faces, praying that Fall Girls somehow becomes the summer hit comedy that plasters on highway billboards. But this is a sloppy dud, that barely breaches the soil it lands on.
