The Lighthouse - HARK!

The Lighthouse utterly blew me away.  One scene in particular I realised at the end of it that I had a tear in my eye and was literally sitting on the edge of my seat.  As soon as it ended I wound the DVD back and watched it again; I was drawn in just as much as before, the camera slowly focusing into Willem Dafoe's starkly contrasting features as he calls down nautical curses from the depth of his soul.

Just enjoy.  Enjoy (blogger wont let me embed this).

HAAAAARRK!

The Lighthouse - A film about nothing, a film about everything

Since I saw The Witch back in 2016 I don't think I've watched a horror film without drawing comparison.  Robert Eggers wrote and directed that film and with it re-invigorated the horror genre.  Gone were the usual tropes and trappings, replaced instead with something far more meditative.  Spookiness was emphasised over outright frights.  The genre was re-framed more explicitly than ever as a vehicle for exploring the fragilities of human psychology.  The film received universal praise and it many imagined it be very hard to follow up with anything as deep and noteworthy.

With The Lighthouse, Eggers has again written and directed a post-modern thriller that easily matches his feature debut and proves his work will not go down as a one-hit wonder.  Filmed in stark black and white, in 3:4 ratio and featuring only 3 performers, The Lighthouse throws us on to an isolated rock where two men must work for a month operating the eponymous machinery.  Willem Dafoe (Wake - an old sea-dog) and Robert Pattinson (Winslow - a hard-worker, but new to this work), work, drink, argue, fight, fart and exchange stories over the course of a bafflingly hypnotic 100 minutes.  And hypnotic is the right word.  The soundscape is filled with the swell and movement of water as well as the drone of foghorns, at the moments when they fade to nothing one feels drawn into an infinitely wide space where nothing is certain.  The black and white palate is no gimmick either, the starkly contrasting light and darkness knowing used at every moment to create hyper-reality, then back to normality before back to semi-madness.

Made before lockdown, the film seems strangely prescient of it - being as it is about 2 men stuck together in a place they hardly want to be, unable to leave, their workplace has become their home.  Revelling in meta-fiction, the screenplay hints towards its own potential interpretation.  Perhaps this is purgatory? Perhaps we're inside the head of one of both men?  Is either an avenging angel / god / the devil wrecking revenge / penance on the past crimes of the other?  Maybe it's simply an exploration of male bonding; a 19th century depiction of the banterpocalypse?  All of the above?  Delete as appropriate.

What is clear is that Eggers' work stands alone and apart.  It works as a story to be absorbed as well as a cleverly-weaved tapestry to be pored through over glasses of whisky.  The Lighthouse is a film that absolutely defies any attempt to straightjacket it.  It purports to be about nothing in particular, but is about anything you want it to be.  It's a masterwork.