director Nicolas Pesce
Francisca (Kika Magalhães) is a girl of Portuguese descent (who vaguely resembles a young P.J. Harvey), raised on a farm in rural nowhere, and through a series of rather unusual events finds herself a sort of young female Ed Guin.
Less is more in director Nicoals Pesce’s debut, which is shot in black-and-white and rocks and aesthetic somewhere between Jim Jarmusch, Ana Lily Amirpour, or even The Human Centipede 2. I throw that last one in there because black-and-white aesthetics don’t always achieve their aims.
I’m not sure how successful this movie is. It’s sort of “almost” really good. One thing that sort of nagged at me was the placelessness even in the somewhat lovely rural setting of the film. Does it matter what state it is in? Probably not. But when is it? The latter question gets more solved in the film, but niggled at me. The Eyes of My Mother is not so simply allegorical as to be timeless and placeless.
I don’t know. Weird things bother me sometimes.
I’ll be interested to see what Pesce does next.