It starts very good but it falls down in the second half. Idea attracting at first but destroying in the following. No reason how she know spoiling the red cloth could make everything fix and if doing such a thing make everything alright, so what are all these killing and demolitions. Awful plays. Just enjoy carnage scenes
Shockingly bad. A complete missed opportunity for Argento to rediscover his roots. Stripping the film of the overheated visual style of the two previous efforts and beefing up the narrative was the absolute wrong way to go. This feels like the work of a different director entirely. Daria Nicolodi’s cameo is damn near insulting.
It's strange that Argento doesn't just give us what we want and make another psychedelic puzzle horror, especially how easily satiated fans would be at this point. Make no mistake, this film is hilarious and the violence is positively grotesque. But on any rational level this is an awful film. So Argento continues his attack on rationality while we ponder our own limits to nepotism.
The timer lightswitch dial in the apartment block is a great idea: the rest of this film...eh, not so much. Without the visual style, oddly cosy nighttime atmosphere, and of course the frights of his previous films, so much of Argento's art of the past -almost 30!- years is crude, tacky and reeks of "exploitation flick".
Dario Argento shamelessly continues to exploit the fact that I am a die-hard fan and will generally watch anything featuring the beautiful Asia. Mother of Tears is surely dreadful, especially compared to the masterpiece Suspira and the always mesmerizing Inferno, but I can't say I found it boring. There's a certain kitsch appeal in how utterly ridiculous and misguided the whole thing is...
Remains amusingly inept for a good hour, its one saving grace when considering how utterly stupid and listless Argento's worst can be. His sexual politics have always been questionable, but they were easier to overlook when couched in Technicolor fantasia; here the killings, clumsily shot and artlessly lit, feel confused and hateful. Even Udo Kier looks embarrassed.