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.

Eaton gives everything she has, delivering several moving monologues and making the script’s darkest moments leave such an emotional scar.

Eaton delivers a masterful performance that delicately navigates the balance between her gregarious interactions with friends and her hidden moments of inner strife.

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.