:Description:The final installment of the 'Three Mothers' trilogy. A young American art student, Sarah, 'unwittingly opens an ancient urn that unleashes the demonic power of the world's most powerful witch. As a scourge of suicides plague the city and witches from all over the world converge on Rome to pay homage, Sarah must use all her own psychic powers to stop the 'Mother of Tears' before her evil conquers the world.'
:After waiting 28 years for the third feature in Dario Argento’s Mother trilogy, die-hard fans (like myself) flocked to theaters to catch
Mother of Tears. The anticipatory set-up, for example reconciling in advance that the film will look entirely different, and probably less sexy, than the first two Giallo classics,
Suspiria (1977) and
lnferno (1980), induced anxieties in viewers that many of us hoped would enhance the film’s horror and suspense. So revered are
Suspiria and
lnferno that one needs an extremely open mind to avoid instantly turning
Mother of Tears off, now that it’s available on DVD, and chucking the disc out the window, insulted by its comparison to the previous two movies. From scene one, in which a psychotic, villainous monkey stalks Asia Argento, playing protagonist Sarah Mandy, through Rome’s Natural History Museum, one realizes this film can only go downhill. Without the colored lights, the stylized 1970s horror aesthetic, or the terrifyingly fetishtistic speed metal/electronica soundtrack pounding during the chase, the mood is simply corny. Regarding the monkey, try to remember that an oddly elegant and intelligent crow ate an eyeball to great effect in Argento’s,
Terror at the 0pera. Argento has always favored animals to represent unwilling witnesses. The plot itself is also typically Argento and does follow-up: After a tainted red tunic is discovered in a cemetery, the third and last witch, Mother Lachrimarum (Moran Atias), is awaken from her catacombs beneath a mansion that she and her two deceased witch consorts, Mater Tenebrarum, the Mother of Darkness/Shadows, and Mater Suspiriorum, the Mother of Sighs, long ago recruited an architect to build. The
Mother of Tears has beef with Sarah Mandy, due to Sarah’s heritage, and the unholy black witch relentlessly pursues Mandy until Mandy is forced to fight head-on. Mandy’s boyfriend, Michael Pierce (Adam James), is not much help, nor is Padre Johannes (Udo Kier), which makes sense; Argento’s films are all about empowered female characters, vengeful victims and ruthless criminals alike. Perhaps the flaw here is Argento’s casting of his daughter, and her inability to render that illicit sexual tension that the puerile Suzy Banyon (Jessica Harper) once did in the halls of her bewitched boarding school. Even Mother Lachrimarum’s young recruits, such as the Gothic and Lolita-style Katerina (Jun lchikawa), are dumb-looking with their colored contacts and peacock hairstyles. There is only one character, the elder white witch Marta Colussi (Valeria Cavalli), who has the sexual draw to enchant Argento style, but she is short-lived. The CG effects employed throughout, especially in regards to the ghoulish antics happening amongst the Goth witch posse, are just plain bad. 0nly a few shots of gore really spook, and to be fair, they are lasting images. But the only semi-interesting this about the
Mother of Tears DVD is the interview extra with the man himself, who is still master even if he makes a few stinkers. --
Trinie Dalton
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Disclaimer: I'm not a hardcore Argento fan, but...
to me, a good movie is a good movie, and a bad movie is a bad movie. And this movie is bad. Really bad. This movie started out fairly promising and caught my attention. By the middle, I found myself growing more and more frustrated by how much I was forcing myself to care. Towards the end, it was a painful struggle not to eject the disk. I simply wanted to know how it ends so I didn't waste an hour of my life watching the first half. To add insult to injury, the ending was so generic and anticlimatic, it might as well have been a Charmed episode from 1998. But not as good. The film builds up and has the nerve to expect you to care about the main character, who is nagged by the generic and silly ghost of her mother to "USE YOUR POWERS MY CHILD!!!" What powers? She can turn invisible at will, which we already know. You're made to anticipate a dramatic finale where she discovers her powers and it helps her to destroy the Mother of Tears. Turns out anyone could have done it with a fireplace poker. She's told her mother was an incredible healer and she inherited her gifts, but nobody is healed...in fact, she's kind of a bad luck charm because people drop like flies when she's around. One is left with the feeling that this movie was thrown together last minute, which is why I find it so shocking that it took over 25 years to conclude the trilogy. The only reason I give this film two stars is that there were a few genuine moments of surprise, and it was filmed beautifully. To balance that out, the movie resorts to gore and gratuitous nude scenes straight out of a Friday the 13th Part 1, 2, or 3...you pick (that's not a compliment). "Mother of Tears" is a pretty accurate description of this poor excuse of a movie.
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Mother of disappointments...
Good start, OK middle, awful ending. Some amateurish acting, hokey dialogue, gratuitous nudity, distasteful killings. Way below Argento's best work, ditto for his daughter, who is mediocre in the lead role. The extra features are interesting, though.
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Oh My...
Which pretty much sums this up. I've never felt compelled to write a review, and as a writer with a number of books on Amazon with varying reviews, I tend not to pay too much attention, but this was an important film to me in many respects-the emphasis being on "was."
I write at night, and religiously watch all of Argento's works at least 3-4 times a year to keep myself entertained. I consider the man a genius, and even thanked him in acknowledgments in one of my books for keeping me so entertained through the years. I had been awaiting this film for several decades, admittedly with unrealistically high expectations but always in the hope that the brilliance and cinematic flair that marked so much of Argento's work would again resurface. Now, after 3 viewings, I am forced to admit that the film is not only a disappointment but is easily outshone by any other number of his works. My problem stems not from Asia Argento's performance, which was adequate, but rather from the film's look and from its plot. I would have loved an attempt to stylistically recreate some of the master set pieces from Suspiria or Inferno, the deep saturation of color, the flowing camera work of Tenebrae, the Grand Guignol atmosphere of a house of evil. It was all missing here. A few colored lights, a few filters, a few dolly shots, and more concentration on the house in Rome as a center of evil, with a malignant atmosphere-any of these things would have gone some distance in setting a tone that matched the first two parts of the trilogy. Critics of Argento like to argue his lack of plotting, but certainly the first two parts were strong in the vital issue of relating a story-and I wonder how much, if any, input Daria Nicolodi may (or may not) have had with this new film, as one suspects her grasp of the magic that so made the earlier films come to life might have helped immensely here.
So many missed opportunities, and even the echoes of previous films-of the pit of human remains from Phenomenon, of Varelli's book from Inferno-seemed pedestrian; I even thought I sensed nods to La Chiesa and to Torso, and it pains me to say that both are better, more satisfying films than this work. The only consolation is Dario's mention of a possible prequel-something I can only hope he does, and does by slavishly returning to form, even if that form is thirty years old and he might regard it as outdated. There is a reason Suspiria is a classic (like Deep Red), and Argento still has a chance to do justice to the story as I know he can do.
The ultimate test, as a truly die-hard fan of Italian horror and of Argento in particular, is Will I keep the DVD? Will I watch it often? It's a yes to the first, but a no to the second, and it saddens me to say that I even find a film like Sleepless or Stendhal Syndrome superior to Mother of Tears. It is definitely worth a watch but a watch with lowered expectations.
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Mother of god...
Mother of Tears (Dario Argento, 2007)
My first thought upon finishing this movie was "we waited twenty-seven years for this?". My second was "I'd be more than willing to wait another twenty-seven if we could get a movie as good as Suspiria, or even one as good as Inferno, out of this mess." The problem being, of course, that the intervening quarter-century and change has obviously disrupted Argento's thought processes on the Three Mothers, and what's left is the cheesiness of the first two movie, but without any of the atmosphere that made the first film brilliant and the second watchable, if not classic.
If you've seen a few Argento films, you know the drill here. Through machinations we see in the first few minutes, an urn is delivered to an art museum in Rome. One of the workers there, assisted by art student Sarah Mandy (Asia Argento), decides to open it. Mandy cuts her finger in the process and drips blood onto the cape contained therein, beginning the resurrection of Mater Lachrimarum, the third mother of the title. Immediately, people start going crazy in Rome, unleashing a tide of violence and mayhem, as Lachrimarum gathers an inner circle of worshipers, most of whom seem to be nubile young things who have an overweening fondness for eighties fashions. Since Sarah started this all, she feels a duty to finish it as well, and finds herself helped by supernatural powers she was unaware she had.
Sounds familiar, doesn't it? Of course it does; it's pretty standard Argento, but without any of the trappings that made so many of Argento's films such treats to watch. The director seems to have phoned this one in, drawing liberally from the work of inferior directors who were influenced by Argento back in the day (particularly Lamberto Bava; substitute a church for a movie theater and the bulk of this film comes straight from Demons). A depressing, if somewhat unsurprising, conclusion to the Three Mothers trilogy. Go rent Suspiria again instead. **
