Here’s a recurring nightmare I’ve had since seeing Nicolas Pesce’s The Eyes of My Mother: I’m parking my car — I don’t even have a car — on a desolate street in broad daylight. As I put change in the meter, a man walks close beside me, then closer and closer until his arm is touching mine. I try to scream when he grabs me and puts me inside his truck, but I have no voice. It’s the height of the afternoon, but no one sees or can help me.
I’ve been watching horror films since I was 3 years old. They’ve never given me nightmares. Until now.
In the opening moments, grade-schooler Francisca (Olivia Bond) stands mesmerized by her mother’s (Diana Agostini) professional surgical skills, on