I watched the movie 3 times without realizing it

Braxton 2022-03-23 09:01:53

The first time I watched it, I watched it with my girlfriend. My girlfriend fell asleep halfway through watching, and because I was addicted to her body, I watched the movie very casually. My impression of this movie was only absurd and dark, and it felt average.

The second time I watched it, it was because it was really scary and I couldn’t find a horror movie to watch, so I picked it up and watched it again. After watching it, the impression was the same as the first time, absurd and dark. I thought, it wasn’t my first time. If you don't take it seriously, the movie is really average.

When I watched it for the third time, it was still because of the shortage of movies, and I wanted to choose one of the horror movies I have seen to revisit and spend the night. I don't know why, but when I picked this up, I just wanted to watch it again. After reading it, my feeling is that it is absurd enough and dark enough. addicted

When I watched the first two times, my girlfriend was still my girlfriend, and when I watched it for the third time, my girlfriend was already an ex-girlfriend. So that kind of darkness, that kind of evil, began to empathize

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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'.