Look Into My Eyes

Human connections are gifts, imagination is powerful and empathy isn’t a trick. These are the things “Look Into My Eyes” patiently communicates to us from its watchful perch.

The emotional connections are frequently profound, intimate and, like the film itself, compelling.

In the end, “Look Into My Eyes” might not convert any doubters, but it certainly establishes that not everything can be explained in a traditional, linear fashion.

Lana Wilson’s documentary about psychics in New York City is a simple film: it interviews and follows a group of psychics, while recording psychic readings with their real-life clients.

[I]t’s an often profound and touching documentary that engages your attention differently than movies usually do.

All seven subjects are magnetic screen presences – particularly the pet psychic who’s at the heart of the most entertaining and tear-jerking scenes of Look into My Eyes.

Whether or not you believe in psychic abilities—even the psychics featured in the film express doubts—the moments of intimate, intense human connection that occur during these readings are undeniable.

After these 104 minutes, the world seems both a little more mysterious and reassuring.

A strange and entrancing provocation.

I genuinely enjoyed spending time with these slightly odd but utterly absorbing individuals.