Eyes Without a Face

When I look in the mirror, I feel I’m looking at someone who looks like me, but seems to come from the Beyond, from the Beyond.  A hauntingly beautiful piece of cinema. I didn’t expect Christiane’s character to be so deeply relatable. She embodies the all-too-familiar feeling of a forever increasing alienation from your own physicality, to the point of it becoming unbearable. The incomprehensible dread washing over you when you catch a glimpse of yourself, yet still not being able to turn away from any reflective surface you pass. Wishing to poke your eyes out. To not see it, to not look for it.