Vertigo meets The Birds in FALL, a sweaty palm, white knuckle, dry mouth, nail biting B movie.

Vertiginous cliff face and accident causing avian set this story up as two girls and a boy ascend flaky footholds and perilous hand purchase, a grizzled granite wall secreting ambush aviaries. Hello birdie, bye bye boy.

One year later, the women confront their edifice complex by scaling an abandoned technology tower to scatter the boy’s ashes. What could possibly go wrong with rusted rivets, dilapidated ladders and clear warnings not to trespass?

Pride, they say, comes before the fall, and these girls pride themselves on stupidity, self pity and self aggrandisement. Stuck atop this monolith, some secret truths are revealed and the stranded thrill seekers have to confront morality as well as mortality.

Virginia Gardner is Shilo Hunter, shallow thrill seeker and intrepid influencer with a cleavage enhancing push up bra and even pushier attitude.

Grace Caroline Currey is Becky Connor, cajoled into consoling her grief by doing something that will only compound her grief.

Directed by Scott Mann from a script he wrote with Jonathan Frank, FALL’s best attribute is its editing, kudos to cutter, Robert Hall, and the cinematography by MacGregor.

The writing is rudimentary and never comes close to the peaks of the erudite, the dialogue sometimes descending into crass cliché. The knee jerk American rhetorical “are you ok?” in the face of obvious injury or trauma is funny at first but becomes tiresome and lazy.

If you have a horror of heights, you’d be best advised to rethink attendance, because even those with an aptitude for altitude will have tear you eye away moments as two reckless rock climbers ascend a disused antenna tower.

If you have a healthy head for heights, it’s well worth seeing FALL on the big screen, though, with its awesome aerial shots, eyrie setting, and eye catching panorama.