It’s been a good, long while since a film stuck with me the way that The Eyes of My Mother has possessed my mind since my initial viewing of it two days ago. Dark, haunting and chilling yet such a beautiful, stylish film. The film’s beauty is almost over-run by its brutal subject matter but it’s done so well that it all just…works.
A child named Francisca plays outside as a stranger approaches. Francisca’s mother makes her way outside to investigate and the stranger asks if he can go into the house to use the bathroom. We can all tell that this is going to end poorly but she allows him into the house anyway. Next we see Francisca sitting at the kitchen table as her father comes home. Alas, he is too late and her mother is dead but the killer is also wounded.