If you missed the credits to this film about a pair of conjoined twins you might assume that it's one of David Lynch’s lesser efforts – it's got the characteristic features of physical abnormality, sexual dysfunction, sleaze-ball characters, decrepit settings and, most importantly, an enigmatic posture.In fact, it's by first time indie filmmaker Michael Polish who co-wrote it with his identical twin brother, Mark, and who together play the Falls twins to which the title refers (there is a real place of the same name in the US).
Laborious in the extreme, it drags it way through a story which perhaps would have interest to those studying the psychology of identical twinship but few others. The Polish brothers apparently belong to that unfortunate breed of self-declared hipster film artists who mistake stylistic pastiche for wit and heavy-handed symbolism for significance. Even more unfortunately there is audience who are willing to play along (the film was a popular success at Sundance), only encouraging the delusion. I can only say that I am not one of them.