The Eyes of my Mother is like M. Night Shyamalan's The Lady in the Water: it gets points for originality but it botched up its execution. I cannot tell you how many times, in this films just under 80min runtime, I rolled my eyes and asked myself "why?" and "how"? Why is this character doing this and/or that? How has no one called the police? Where did that weapon come from because he was clearly not concealing anything? The lead has no character. Other than her being crazy. And any attempt at character is conveniently skipped over almost like the film is using its inability to write solid characterization by telling us to fill in the blanks. If so, this film never meets you halfway. Quite a slog, depite it only being 76 minutes. If I had to choose which was better between this and the directors follow up Piercing, I would still say this one because as dumb as it is, it's still trying to be original and its black and white does give it an edge is a better choice for this story over being in color, giving the film, aesthetically at least, a bit more life to it. Other than that, this film dog you-know-what.