The Lighthouse

A24 Lighthouse Collectors Edition The light is MINE. I can’t even explain how this made me feel. This is just everything I needed. The writing, aesthetic, acting, vibe. Nothing at all fell short for me in this. Genuinely one of the most unpredictable pieces of fiction I’ve seen. Dafoe and Pattison do so well at making sure that was the case. Pattison is just fucking psychotic in this, peak insanity. I mean full on losing his marbles. And Dafoe is just best supporting actor possible, drunk bum bastard, full of mystery, just chastising him the entire time, full power tripping. I love how his character plays such a major role in this story. He’s like a fragment, vessel of the lighthouse, exposing everything that’s in the dark, with a history of experience and knowledge so overwhelming that it can drive someone feral. And in the end, we just see how unbearable that light is. I love how this was shot aswell. It was like a vivid recollection of a nightmarish tale that is passed down and never to be forgotten. I felt such hard anxiety and unalloyed fright during this, as well as some disturbance, and even got a some laughs out during this. Just an overall visceral movement of emotions. So many perfect shots that caputure elusive meaning and symbolization. I just want to keep going, but that was so overwhelming I cant even put everything in words right now. I loved it. I can’t believe NOBODY won an oscar for this. I don’t give a fuck what came out that year. Robert Eggars, you were robbed, but speed up with these films please. “You think yer so damned high and mighty cause yer a goddamned lighthouse keeper? Well, you ain't a captain of no ship and you never was, you ain't no general, no copper, you ain't the president, and you ain't my father -- and I'm sick of you actin' like you is! I'm sick of your laugh, your snoring, and your goddamned farts. Your damned goddamned farts. Goddamn yer farts! You smell like piss, you smell like jism, like rotten dick, like curdled foreskin, like hot onions fucked a farmyard shit-house. And I'm sick of yer smell. I'm sick of it! I'm sick of it, you goddamned drunk. You goddamned, no-account, drunken, son-of-a-bitch-bastard liar! That's what you are, you're a goddamned drunken horse-shitting -- short -- shit liar. A liar!” “Y'have a way with words, Tommy.”