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Leola 2022-03-23 09:01:53

Ephraim is a biblical name, blessed as the second son of the eldest son (it turns out that the writers are brothers?!)

The protagonist has the same name, is it the struggle between the id and the ego (ego: is responsible for reality testing) when they are alone?

The translation is not very good, the dog watch is the working time of the navy, which is turned into a blocker; the lying dog is a Rhine dog (is this intentional?); the tender is a seafarer's transportation ship, which is turned into a sleep; still tastes of the head? Checked the stack exchange and found out that the head was the toilet the sailor said - Pattinson was still drinking dirty water from the cistern the next night.

The ending subtitles vibrated in the same rhythm as the Sailor's Song, and for a moment I wondered if it was my hallucination.

With only 9 minutes left, I suddenly realized that it was like a Shutter Island.

Full marks for the horror atmosphere. The rough and earthy language of sailors + mythology, prophecy, legend, loneliness, imagination, and the literary quality of horror stories. (The last paragraph of Pattinson is really, only used the f word once, but scolded people so highly, and scolded literary literacy)

This movie is like that coal burning machine, I'm going deaf

Imdb: back-breaking work It's hard not to think about Brokeback Mountain.

Shi Feng really laughed. And old cows eating grass, ye fond of me lobster, call me by your name and other foul language?

The words that Dafoe said in the soil and the dramatic picture in the oil painting are a story, right?

Prometheus carries the stone (he had a belt on his head to carry things at first) and the mystery, curiosity about fire, the myth of being eaten by birds and growing back

This is how Joaquin's strange drink in "the master" came from...

The story of the lumberjack, at first thought that Pattinson made up an imaginary person to project his inner thoughts of killing the old man (the old man did not want to expose the fact that he was going to kill him while he was sleeping), (the second time I found the first The person who was floating on the sea in the second nightmare was the lumberjack), and finally not only did it come true (go right away?), he also learned something from the old man (thinking of the old white eating bread and cutting edges)

The last shot of climbing the lighthouse reminded me of "vertigo"

(who is woman on rock

Pattinson's point of view is similar to that of the audience. He began to not believe in evil, and he was unwilling to succumb to toasting. He was prevailed.

Monday morning is like a strange time out of nowhere, and romantic like vu sunday morning, the writer also added lyrics

The feeling of not going out after being quarantined at home for a long time is really like cabin fever (tired and irritable)

worth watching

Watching black and white movies requires a clean screen hhh

So Starbucks' logo is the product of male fantasy

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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'.