The sound of chains dragging on a floor,
the sight of fingernails scraping against splintered wood are hard to take, however beautifully these elements are executed; by this point, I started to wonder whether, for all its grace, The Eyes of My Mother is really that different from the brutish likes of, say, Martyrs (Pascal Laugier, 2008; remade by Kevin and Michael Goetz, 2015).
Streisand is her own once - in - a-lifetime trip, looking gawjuss with that divine voice and those killer
fingernails, and the
sight of the lady scarfing down four pounds
of beef at a Texas steak joint is one a Streisand lover can now cross off her bucket list.