A woman seeks to learn information about her birth parents in China – are they alive? Do they ever think about her? A man wants to confirm that his former pet bearded dragon, which he gave up for adoption, is OK. Another woman, a doctor, has thought for decades about a 10-year-old girl she tried to save on one of her first days of residency, the victim of a drive-by shooting – “how is she?” A young man hopes for guidance in this messy, confusing, exhausting business of being alive.
These are a few of the clients – some hopeful, some skeptical, all yearning for something – who consult psychics in plaintive, open-hearted fashion in Look Into My Eyes, documentarian Lana Wilson’s remarkable new film on a group of mediums in New York. The film opens with a collage of delicately recorded sessions between different psychics and clients, recalling the Showtime series Couples Therapy in its non-judgmental, radical window into people’s innermost insecurities, longing and pain, their nagging questions and uncertainties.
