While drying out in the Ukrainian countryside, an erstwhile musician has a chance encounter with a illusion-free woman. Falling is a very promising debut for director Marina Stepanska, where the emotional surges and deeply felt performances handily overcome the increasing predictability of the plot. (Somewhere, Anton Chekhov’s ears must be burning.) What lingers, ultimately, are the early scenes between the leads, which beautifully capture the thunderous, helpless rush of an instant connection. Every sideways glance crackles with potential energy.