A pox on my eyes but I'm a sucker for a pretty screen. These vapid vistas give such good creep and hush that I'm coughing up three stars despite Pesce's failure either to confer any real heft upon or to attain much serious lift with his mythopoeic conceit. A crystalline murk, but a murk nonetheless. A promising letdown, say.
Urgh, it started beautifully morbid with the little girl and her farm-surgeon mother, but then it died all over the place of boredom. And how can Francisca be a better portuguese speaker than her portuguese mother?
After the first 20 mins(which was intriguing and i felt for the most part was well done)its all down hill and then the movie just meanders about and drifts almost aimlessly for the nxt 60mins or so...I'm all for ambiguity but its hard to peer into something when you get the feeling there is nothing but shallow water reflecting back at you,because then you'll just feel like a fool for even wasting time to begin with.
Atmospheric and creepy film but in the end a somewhat empty experience marred by a timeline that doesn't pass scrutiny and a payoff that never comes. Kika Magalhaes is quite well cast here and with a stronger script could have been an iconic villainess. Kuperstein's b&w photography is quite good masking the budgetary limitations.
Never ever had I expected to see Amalia Rodrigues' songs used as the soundtrack of a horror film! This was pretty good actually, specially for a debut film. The tone is pretty bleak and somber, with some gory moments throughout, mostly disguised by all the darkness. There aren't many explanations for these twisted characters and their sick behaviour, things are just presented as they are... nevertheless I enjoyed it.
Demented. Not in a good way. American directors try hard to emulate the French Extreme Horror movement, but the outcome is second-rate. The lack of tension or anything that resembles an "idea" makes the film an unbearable bore. And yet the viewing experience was indeed unsettling: Pesce's appalling ineptitude as a director is terrifying. The only thing he achieved with this idiotic endeavor is to ruin Fado forever.
In first act, there is so-called horror cliche like "Crazy one invades ordinary people, but that ordinary people (in this film, protagonist's family) is more crazy than crazy one" Actually, I was terrified by NOT crazier one BUT crazy one. Will Brill, nice work. Nicolas Pesce, shame on you.
One of the most beautifully shot and creatively directed horror films of recent times, perhaps, even ever. However, the story itself is unemotively captivating mainly due to its thin characterizations and lack of pathos and dramatic depth. The technique may be lyrical, and The Eyes of My Mother certainly has some memorably horrific images, but it's uninspired and predictable in its telling.