11/5/19 - The Lighthouse (2019) - 7/10

I love the 1.19:1 ratioed giant vertical tableaus that made everything imposing and constrictive. Shakespearean and wistful, this is bombastically slithering lunacy. A swirling cacophony of darkness, crashing water, creeping visions. An indelible aura and haunting other-worldliness. Jacob’s Ladder meets the crashed Playboy bunnies scene in Apocalypse Now, if told by a Herman Melville audiobook playing in the background of Eraserhead. I also got a sense of Melancholia, with the characters talking across eachother, impending doom and such rattling & unsettling score/diagetic sound. Tremendous use thereof, and a killer element in blowing the dread into your souls.

Defoe was extraordinary. Almost like he is one of this generations great undersold actors. He raspily breathes magic into the over eloquent confusingly hardcore possibly gas-lighting wonder of dialogue. Pattinson isn’t too far behind, but this one lets Defoe sing, literally and figuratively, and not just out of his ass.

What is in the gas-lighthouse? Perhaps this will be the new Marcellus Wallace briefcase. I love the mystery of the whole thing because I was wrapped up in the drama and intensity. A brilliant mood that keeps you on the edge of drowning and madness.The light play of sexuality and homoerticism is fascinating. Also, mergina. Who doesn’t love all of that?!