fragrant

Macie 2022-04-21 09:02:03

Really fragrant, too fragrant. It has exactly what I expected (two big bearded men interact fiercely). The Venetian actor William Demon deserves an Oscar that is not very important. Rob Edward has no problem playing Batman himself as escort. Finally there is bela Directors other than tarr have used black and white negatives to make movies. Maybe it will be the second "black and white movie" after 2011. The 1.19:1 format is so old that how many watts of bulbs do the lighting crew use? The storyboards are so retro, there are a few close-up shots that remind me of "M"... Oh shit, it really is. The sound design 9102 is a good number, compared with the 2011 black and white film "The Horse of Turin", which has a similar character story and stage. When you are claustrophobic, all the sounds will be amplified, "Horse of Turin" will dominate the wind, and "The Lighthouse" will be overwhelming. This film is really "sexy" as expected. I can stay on such a great island for a lifetime. Eggman (Robert Eggers) Rumored to Remake Nosferatu? ! . . . . give you money to show me in Taiwan

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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'.