The Lighthouse

notable difference from the first time is that i was spared from the odd trance the film had put me in last time and had left me feeling like a fucking fish in the end of it, protruding eyes and all. now, this film is amazing because of how it invites the spectator in, every element brings forth confusion; the dialogue is very well written but very hard to grasp, the choice of b&w blurs your notion of elements, everything is a bit like the rest, you can’t tell day/night, whether it’s mud, oil or blood etc. then you’ve got the horn that blows at all times, the lighthouse that seems sorta useless in the end: not a single boat in sight during the film.  thus, the spectator like the character, are at complete loss on this goddamned rock, can’t tell how much time has passed, where we are, who’s who, who does what, and the why, the how, the when, what’s real and what’s not. the “curse” given at some point mirrors ancient greek prophecies, i’ve got Polyphemus’ in head, and like those prophecies, there are elements of foreshadowing, but, is it really fantasy, is it product of sick imagination or just the ramblings of an old man?