The Lighthouse

as the lighthouse progresses, we can observe how the silence slowly starts to shift into something that can be deafening—madly so. it is a film where its colors, or lack thereof, give it a much more dramatic and subtle yet melancholic feel that makes you feel as if you have been transported to the same exact time period in which this film is set—the 1890s, the victorian era. during this period of time, workers were unemployed, and they had to take on whatever jobs were accessible just to make ends meet, and in a way, this has been incorporated into the very film, making it a masterpiece that highlights how simple it is for mankind to spiral into insanity. that’s why it’s so terrifying. one can attribute it to the adage “no man is an island” because we cannot survive without human interaction since it is physically impossible, and because they have been isolated for quite some time, they begin to struggle with making sense of reality, and with this, their sanities are slowly disintegrating. this film bears the very essence of nightmares: the fear of the unknown, and it is encased in layers upon layers of darkness, malevolence, and uncertainty. it is impossible to pin this down to just one thing, for it contains ominous intricacies that even we cannot fathom thoroughly. however, despite all of this, it is able to elicit a laugh out of its audience (i.e. if you have an actual sense of humor) with some of its homoerotic jokes coupled in with the characters’ drunken antics. p.s. i also liked how this was a modern retelling of the greek myth about prometheus and proteus.