ZachKE’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lighthouse smacks of the same academic rigour that was under the surface of every precise period-accurate piece of dialogue in Eggers' previous movie The Witch. It also has the same "is shit fucked up or are we losing our minds?" energy. It's good, but the trippiness only barely disguises the reality that this film flickers between water logged love letter to Melville and Neptune, and anthropological study into 1890s cabin fever. Idk a bowl of chowder and a night in reading Moby Dick might be a better. But maybe not. "Ahab horseshit" etc etc
Also Wake In Fright energy for SURE. but again just watch Wake In Fright.