The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse ★★★★½

The Lighthouse is one of those films you stumble across that has you questioning what the hell is going on right now from the get go. 

The thrilling tail which is not for your conventional horror fans. What makes it frustrating is that it never explicitly has a real villain, but, that’s what also makes it genius. It’s an extraordinary period piece which is impeccably acted and directed. Eggers reigns control over his set and , dangerously yet perfectly balancing the mix between horror and comedy. It has an extrinsic, almost hallucinogenic quality about it. It’s the kind of film that relies heavily on myth and folklore and it delves deep into this world with often more questions than answers. Robert Patterson and Willem Dafoe, what a powerhouse pairing. Am I too quick to ask Brad and Leo to move aside? They perform organic and raw performances which revel in one another’s’ abilities. 
 
Robert Eggers deserve more respect for the raw talent which he is. He crafts a spectacle of cinema which is led by a visionary story and an artistic vision. It’s a slow burning pressure cooker and it’s 35mm black and white 1.19:4 ratio only pulls you in further. The grainy rolling waves and sharp contrasts of light and shadow draws the viewer to deep beneath the characters’ skins. 

To sum up: A darkly comedic descent (or perhaps exploration) into madness which raises more questions than not but all the same, demands to be thought about. Which all the best cinema should and does.