Monday, November 4, 2019

The Lighthouse: All Work And No Play Makes Homer Something Something

The Lighthouse: All Work And No Pay Makes Homer Something Something

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     Ephraim Winslow (Robert Pattinsion) takes a four weeks contract job with lighthouse wickie Thomas Wake (Willem Dafoe) at a New England lighthouse. During his time on the island, the young man is driven to the brink of madness by the repetition of his duties and the irritable company of Mr. Wake. Unfortunately, a storm delays the ferry that was meant to retrieve the two men, forcing them into a prolonged isolation that pushes them both over the edge. 

     If there's one thing you can give director Robert Eggers credit for, it's that he can make small period pieces look about as authentic as possible. The production value on this movie, as well as his previous film The VVitch, is astounding. The utensils, the weathered appearance of the cabin, the menial labor on display lend a particular verisimilitude to the experience. Eggers knows how to research a time period to give you as close to a clear picture as possible. The cinematography and film aspect ratio harkens back to older films, with the end credits calling the cast "players" which was a nice touch. It almost makes the film feel like a two-man play of sorts. 

     Speaking of, both Robert Pattinson and Willem Dafoe give terrific performances. Pattinson's Ephraim showing the weary, depressed, lonely mindscape of a young man running from past failures and Dafoe's Wake is a salty former sea captain who's so full of barnacles and bullshit that even Ephraim calls him out on his almost parodist portrayal. When the two men aren't drunkenly crooning sea chanties to each other and dancing like lunatics, they let out insults. One in particular delivered by Dafoe brings chills to the blood and cements his character firmly in the mind, regardless of his somewhat comical delivery and appearance. 

     The story starts out a bit slow, building its atmosphere with a patient hand, letting the audience figure things out through dialogue and context clues. On the first night, Ephraim finds a mermaid statue in the head of his cot. Hints at his backstory involving being a timberman or woodsman in Canada as he sees logs somehow floating on the ocean surface, giving way to the siren's call of a beautiful mermaid (played by Valeriia Karaman). It's also the first threads of the tapestry of his sanity fraying and becoming untangled. 

     From there it becomes a slog, both for Ephraim and for myself, watching him doing his repetitive duties day in, day out, with Wake barking orders in the young man's ear about shirking his responsibility. I'm not saying that it's boring, but it does convey the boredom Ephraim is suffering from, which works in the movie's favor. If I know anything, it's going to work day in and and day out and doing basically the same thing over and over with little deviation. And each day passes with Ephraim working diligently, though not without incident or complaint as when he insists he swabbed the floors. It's when the reality of his continued servitude and captivity sets in that things really pick up and take a turn for the insane. 

     It's never concrete on whether or not there's something supernatural afoot, even when Ephraim commits something of a bad luck faux pas for sailors. It could easily be chalked up to coincidence that the ferry coming to whisk them away was nowhere to be found and that's perfectly fitting with the downward spiral of Ephraim's mental state. Personally speaking, I think it's all in the unfortunate man's head. Fever dreams of a mind gone mad through the doldrums of duty. His only respite being the times he spends alone pleasuring himself or getting into nightly drunken encounters with Wake, the ever-demanding taskmaster, who throws in a sea-dog's version of a "damned millenial snowflake" speech near the end.

     The Lighthouse is an interesting watch if one doesn't mind the atmosphere of loneliness, depression and performative masculinity to the sacrifice of one's sense of self. The more head-tilting and visually distinct moments (such as when a person starts sprouting tentacles, is covered in barnacles with a crown made of coral or a mermaid with a human vagina for ease of "use") are momentary slaps of "WTF-ery" that punctuate a story of a man who just flat out took the wrong job and wasn't cut out for it, driving him bonkers.

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