From the get go, in which a down on his luck Leland Orser is kicked out of a diner for not having money to pay for his meal, it is clear Faults is building up to something eerie.
Running a mere 89 minutes, 80 of those which are spent in a daze of mystery and hints of the supernatural, Faults engaged me in a way few films have of late.
Indeed, at times I could not shake the feeling that I was watching a Zal Batmanglij film, as Faults feels like the love baby of The East and Sound of My Voice, both of which deal with cults and the spell their leaders manage to cast on individuals, all the while showing it possible enough for a man or woman to actually transcend into the supernatural. And true to form, Faults, like those films that preceded it, ends if not on an ambiguous note, certainly on a place where you are curious as to what will happen next.
While I wish there would have been more conversations regarding religion, free will and cults between Ansel and Claire, I understand a movie revolving around a couple debating such existential topics might not make for such exciting viewing. So we get a little action here, and some unexpected reveals there, which do not really seem to be in the vein of the creepy tone director Riley Stearns has kept throughout the whole affair.
Still, for a movie called Faults, its only one is surprisingly forgivable.