The Eyes of My Mother

The Eyes of My Mother is an insightful, meaningful, and exquisitely beautiful horror film, and undoubtedly one of the genre's most important offerings of 2016.

The running time - or lack thereof - is a problem, but this otherwise perfectly ghoulish exercise marks Nicolas Pesce and his crew as talents to keep track of.

Watching Nicolas Pesce's insipid The Eyes of My Mother, it's clear that some directors should make sure they've mastered the basics before they try to do something new within the genre.

This poised feature debut from Nicolas Pesce announces a director who blends arthouse with horror to unnerving, elegant effect.

Nicolas Pesce's film opens with an air of originality and deep disquiet and beautifully framed black-and-white photography... Unfortunately, in the second half it descends into... gratuitous torture porn.

With The Eyes of My Mother, Pesce explores the nature of human instinct and arrested development in a way that is uncomfortable to watch yet immersive just the same.

The Eyes of My Mother is really one of a kind. Each scene is meticulously crafted, and it is one where the chilling atmosphere lives in you. A unique directorial debut that shouldn't be overlooked.

A bedtime freak-out fairy-tale for the genuinely disturbed

The way it twists and turns and follows this child's life as she leads into adulthood is very sickly entertaining.

Clocking in at 76 minutes, a length that so rare among feature films now but should be acceptable for some films, is a nuanced, beautiful film that deals with loss and death.