To some, a motion picture is a form of entertainment. To others. it’s a form of art. The Eyes Of My Mother is a film that attempts to embody the latter, whilst still maintaining its ability represent the former. It’s a truly bizarre, black and white film that will leave you with your head cocked slightly to one side and a confused expression on your face…and then it gets dark.
This is not an enjoyable film. Do not misunderstand me, this is a fantastic piece of cinema and if you are capable of appreciating a motion picture for the beauty of the aesthetic and the vision of the director, then this film is sure to tickle your fancy, but it is not something you’d watch for “enjoyment.”
Grave of the Fireflies is a masterpiece that I’d rather not watch anytime soon, though I’d recommend everyone watch it at least once. The Eyes Of My Mother, although an entirely different genre and style of film, leaves that same unsettling ambivalence of appreciation and dejection. A Serbian Film, Hostel, Deliverance…you get the picture.
Trying to explain the plot of this film to someone else would almost certainly make it seem insane, and perhaps will all the bells and whistles stripped away, it is. They say there’s a fine line between genius and insanity and watching this really does a good job blurring, smudging and ultimately removing that line completely. Still, it’s an engrossing journey that you will not soon forget.
Definitely not for the faint of heart or the meek of mind, The Eyes Of My Mother is a grotesque journey you’d wish you’d never taken, but are grateful you did. Maybe. Admoniti estis. This one will stay with you for a long time. This is a four-star film I do not suggest you watch. This is horror.
Site founder. Horror enthusiast. Metalhead.