Lighthouse in the crowd

Troy 2022-04-21 09:02:03

I have always liked Willem Dafoe. His appearance and performance temperament are always isolated islands that do not need to be deliberately set, chaotic reefs, seabirds clamoring everywhere, and waves that come at any time and can devour everything... This is how human beings have been since the end of the 19th century. The living environment of the world: change brings turbulence, just as the unpredictable weather engulfs the waves to bring eternal instability and change, this is what makes our era different from all previous eras. Many traditions and their matching concepts have been eliminated. Many newly formed relationships will become obsolete before they can be fixed. There is no longer awe-inspiring and eternal in the world. As long as you are weak and bold enough, everything is sacred. Anything can be vanished in a blasphemous way. The human spirit is completely divided in the face of the ever-changing mode of production and distribution. There is only "essence" in production and distribution, and "god" when it is anesthetized. People finally have to take a cold look at their status in life, their relationships with each other. We have conquered the sea with technology, but we are struggling in the vast sea of ​​people. It is not the hurricane that sets off the waves, but the desire. In order not to get lost in desires, there are always mentor-level characters who set up lighthouses that point the way to the public, but the mentors who stick to the lighthouse do not want the public to have a close look at the secrets of the lighthouse, because close inspection will only make people blind and plunge into darkness. The sea of ​​people makes us cold, and the cold brings us close, and closeness is the beginning of harm!

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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'.