The Lighthouse Comments

  • Hayden 2022-01-28 08:05:19

    20190524@主任双周??! It is no exaggeration to say that it is a movie that I have never seen in the history of film watching. It is also difficult to replicate the 1:1 format of the black and white filter ins composition. Not to mention the two bursting performances and the almost crazy lines Dafu 1 I have already knelt when I said, I didn't expect Pattinson to gradually love him! There are several god-like passages that cross-edit multiple images of howling waves, wanton seagulls, the sins of the pa

  • Oma 2022-01-28 08:05:19

    I should like "The Witch" better. However, Eggers' series of "New England Folk Mysteries" has gradually become better. "Lighthouse" can also better position Eggers' overall creative attempt and re-correct many people's wrong positioning of "The Witch". In the final analysis, horror and horror are just audio-visual elements of his talk about folk legends, far from forming a specific...

  • Ransom 2022-01-28 08:05:19

    The lines are really hard to...

  • Eugenia 2022-01-28 08:05:19

    I didn't get to the point of horror at all, and I didn't even understand what this movie wanted to express. Is the lonely tower-keeping life driving people crazy? ? ! The Shining still has two normal people as a foil, and there is a bit of story preparation, this piece, just two lunatics. Except for feeling alone, nothing...

  • Lola 2022-01-28 08:05:19

    TIFF, 4.2/5, parody of parodies | Toronto is crowded again. Sitting in the first row and looking up, I feel like I can smell Dafu's fart through the...

Extended Reading

The Lighthouse quotes

  • Thomas Wake: Keepin secrets eh?

    Ephraim Winslow: No sir

  • Thomas Wake: Yer fond of me lobster aint' ye? I seen it - yer fond of me lobster! Say it! Say it. Say it!

    Ephraim Winslow: I don't have to say nothin'.

    Thomas Wake: Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK!

    Thomas Wake: Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more - only when he, crowned in cockle shells with slitherin' tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye - a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!

    Ephraim Winslow: Alright, have it your way. I like your cookin'.