“The Eyes of My Mother” is a movie that I’ve been excited to see for a long time. It’s funny to say that mainly because I knew very little about it besides what the poster told me, but I love horror and the generally positive reception from critics got me excited.
The story follows young Francisca (Olivia Bond) as she lives in a secluded farmhouse with her parents. Her mother, (Diana Agostini) formerly a surgeon, teaches Francisca about human anatomy and to be unfazed by death. One day the family undergoes a traumatic event after a stranger visits. A visit that leaves Francisca scarred, and as she grows older, act out in dark ways.
Now finally on the Netflix and finally watched it does it live up to the hype that I’ve given it? Not really.
The set-up for “The Eyes of My Mother” is promising. Within the first act the film smacks you with you with unsettling imagery and disturbing subject matter. With the stark black and white look adding an extra layer to the uncomfortableness.
However “The Eyes of My Mother” suffers from an identity crisis. It wants to be both a shocking horrific film and a meaningful one with it’s heavy themes of isolation, family and loneliness but the film can’t make up it’s mind in which one it wants to be. After the first act the plot begins to feel muddled and not well-thought out.
It’s a shame that the film fails in its writing because visually the film is gorgeous, utilizing long shots and deep shadows. The look of “The Eyes of My Mother” just oozes dread. The lack of a soundtrack also helps with the tension with scenes being quiet to the point of uncomfortableness.
“The Eyes of My Mother” screams at you like it has something important to say but it doesn’t feel committed to its own message. While there’s some morbid enjoyment to be had, the film will escape your memory by week’s end.