Thursday, November 7, 2019

Movies: The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse was a perfectly dark and psychologically weird trip for a rainy November evening. At times I wondered if the two characters were meant to be read as individuals or halves of a broken, repetitive single entity.

Black and White throughout holds the starkness, while the screen limit increases the sense of visual depth, as though there is a bit more distance than the camera would ordinarily impart. I loved these choices. Dialogue light in general, the visuals are the story.  But there are moments when Defoe delivers a soliloquy worthy of any King Lear. Simply gorgeous to behold.

Twisty without any answers, the end feels like a perfect note of finality.

Side note: The glasses have made all the difference! I can see movies again, and it was great to be back in the Grandin Theatre.