Walking out of The Lighthouse a big sense of uneasiness inhabited me. A feeling I couldn’t shake away even hours after seeing the film. It left its mark, an impression that wouldn’t leave me even after leaving the comfort of my chair. But even in front of all this uneasiness, my eyes never looked away from the action that unfolded in front of me. I was mesmerized by what I was witnessing. The Lighthouse is powerful when you think about it: a spectacle that is shot on 35mm in black and white with only two characters and that never loses your attention. As the film progresses, you can feel the madness slowly invade your being. You feel trap, you are transported on the island with them. As they go deeper into their madness, you follow them along. Even when it’s all over, when everything is wrapped up and you sit in the darkness of the theatre as the credit play, your body is frozen in space. The Lighthouse is an experience, an experience that will leave you wanting more but also dreading more.
I moved to Toronto three years ago in the middle of TIFF. Three years ago, I was alone and knew no one and so I did what any cinephile does, I went to a movie. Growing up, we didn’t have an excess of money and so going to the theatre was something we did but not every week. It’s only when I started working that the theatre became a regular thing for me. Going to a Festival was all new to me, the experience was everything and more. Then, last year I was lucky enough to be able to cover the Festival and was able to see a lot more then I thought I would. And this year, well I will be again be attending the Festival as press and will provide coverage right here.
I logged onto Twitter right at 9am. The first thing I saw was the trailer for The Lighthouse. Cue me screaming and pulling out my laptop in a car and hot-spotting my phone so that I may be here to write about it.
I might add to future thoughts when I arrive home, but this is what we do in the meanwhile.
Let’s see this beautiful thing.