When her husband falls to his death, climber Becky loses all appetite for climbing. A year later old friend and now selfie internet streamer Hunter manages to talk her into cimbing a 2,000 foot disused telecommunications tower in the desert. Because what could possibly go wrong? Apart from part of the rusted old ladder falling off, leaving them stranded on a tiny platform 2,000 feet up? You know, that old thing.
This film is an odd mixture of the very good and the very bad. The very good is that the film is incredibly well staged. The visuals leave you in no doubt that these two women are climbing, and getting stuck at the top of, this huge, incredibly skender needle, piercing up into the sky.
The bad? The two women, particularly Hunter, are so amazingly, annoyingly stupid, that you are actually rooting for them to pitch headllong to a richly deserved demise. No-one knows where they are, they have taken no safety precautions, they have inadequate communications equipment, and oh dear what are we going to do now? It's called consequences, dearie.
This film is an odd mixture of the very good and the very bad. The very good is that the film is incredibly well staged. The visuals leave you in no doubt that these two women are climbing, and getting stuck at the top of, this huge, incredibly skender needle, piercing up into the sky.
The bad? The two women, particularly Hunter, are so amazingly, annoyingly stupid, that you are actually rooting for them to pitch headllong to a richly deserved demise. No-one knows where they are, they have taken no safety precautions, they have inadequate communications equipment, and oh dear what are we going to do now? It's called consequences, dearie.