The Eyes of My Mother is beautiful to
look at. First time feature director Nicolas Pesce cut his teeth helming music
videos, and the stark black-and-white photography, framing, and depth of field
are the film’s greatest strengths.
This has another side, as all this style masks little in the
way of substance. The story of a young woman warped by horrific violence as a
child, The Eyes of My Mother watches like Eli Roth trying to
make a David Lynch movie and getting it wrong. (Perhaps an arthouse Martyrs
is a more apt comparison.)
You can practically hear the filmmakers discussing what
shocking event to include next. It tries very hard, with little larger
understanding of why, and leaves lingering narrative holes. At 77-minutes, what
should be lean and focused, meanders and is overlong. An intriguing SIFF watch,
Pesce has the visuals on lockdown, but hopefully his next film has more meat on
the bone. [Grade: C+]
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