I make no secret that I dislike Nicolas Pesce’s debut, The Eyes of My Mother. It’s a lovely film to look at, but the script feels like a bunch of bros sitting around pounding beers, trying to one-up each other with “the most messed up thing” they can think of and it rings like hollow attempts to shock with no weight behind them. But it does show Pesce’ skills as a visual storyteller and my initial reaction was, “If he ever gets a good script…” While his follow-up, Piercing, doesn’t quite fulfill his potential, it’s at least a step in that direction.
