My Mother’s Eyes swings for the fences with its lofty ambitions, aiming to be a psychological gut-punch in the vein of Audition, but lands as more of a pretentious swing and a miss. It tries hard—too hard—to deliver on shock and depth, but the result feels like an art-house horror experiment that never quite finds its footing. The film is drenched in symbolism and slow-burn tension, but instead of pulling you into its world, it keeps you at arm’s length with its overindulgence and lack of focus. Where Audition masterfully builds dread with unsettling restraint and payoff, My Mother’s Eyes leans into art-house tropes that feel more like a parody of the genre than a genuine attempt to unsettle or provoke thought. While it clearly wants to be seen as bold and daring, it comes across as style over substance, offering little to justify its artistic flourishes or to make you care about what’s unfolding. If you’re looking for a visceral, emotionally gripping ride, this film is more likely to test your patience than leave a lasting impact. This film may appeal to fans of highly experimental horror, but for those hoping for something in the vein of Audition, you’re better off revisiting the original masterpiece. Skip this one unless you’re in the mood for some self-indulgent art-house chaos.