Supernatural horror tropes come thick and fast in Don’t Knock Twice, a disappointingly shopworn demonic yarn from director Caradog W. James.
A truck drives down a desolate country road, when the figure of a dishevelled woman lumbers into view. The torment she’s been through is unclear. The driver stops as the woman collapses, defeated. It’s one of only a handful of scenes in Nicolas Pesce’s The Eyes of My Mother that doesn’t take place on the property of main character Francisca, and it’s a fittingly bleak opening to what is a beautifully austere, deeply unsettling piece of work.