Suffering from a trauma, Francisca, a young smart girl, who has a happy life with her family, as her mother, a former doctor, teaches her everything related to humans anatomy, but when she lost her whole family on the hands of a killer, the thing that challenges her.
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 is what curdled Americana looks like - a Joel-Peter Witkin portfolio come to life and a vision of jus' folks weaned on isolation, madness, and good old Type O.
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.
Deeply disturbing, and with just enough visual tantalisations to boast the director's skill, The Eyes of My Mother is a film that only few could enjoy, or at very least stomach.
It is a stark, dreadful vision - but one that is fascinatingly executed, with a compelling central performance from Kika Magalhaes as a matter-of-fact monster.
