There seems to be a trend with indie/mumblecore type movies currently: there is a protagonist who has some of social awkwardness who is paired up with a “normie” and the two have to coexist for the duration of the movie. It is a throwback in some ways to the buddy comedies of the past like Abbott and Costello, Crosby and Hope, Laurel and Hardy. What those movies did though was make the awkwardness affable between the straight man and the socially awkward character. Donald Cried doesn’t do this unfortunately.
Imagine you were stuck in a nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from. You try to wake up but no matter how hard you try, it’s futile. That is the experience of watching The Eyes of my Mother. It is probably one of the darkest and grim movies you will see all year.