Parachute

Deeply felt and certainly proves that [Snow]... has a promisingly deft directorial hand.

Smart and compassionate.

The inevitable climax of Parachute not only hits hard but is set up perfectly by all that comes before.

With men’s stories crowding most of film history, a host of untapped material awaits the burgeoning genre of the messy young woman. As with all familiar stories, however, it’s all too easy to court cliché -- even when trying so hard to flout conventions.

A purposefully de-glammed examination of body image and self-loathing from a woman whose age and line of work would suggest that she’s had plenty of unfortunate opportunities to indulge in both.

Parachute observes a life in freefall with delicacy, significance and the waft of an upwards breeze.

The movie's focus on mental health -- as well as the stars' interesting performances -- make Parachute stand out from other indie films, if not enough to qualify it as a totally new take on the romantic drama genre.

The message of Parachute is sound, but as they say, the execution falters.


Brought to life with moving and committed performances, these are two relatable characters that mostly feel real until the film stagnates, and then they don’t

Committed performances drive this powerful low-budget drama that navigates tricky thematic territory with sensitivity and clear-eyed empathy.