I woke violently as there was a loud knock. It echoed inside my head as I woke up almost into reality in slow motion. I was sweating, and my body was shaking a bit. The funny thing about my abrupt waking was that I did not remember any nightmares.
"I say my name is Danny Boy and I like to drink at night.
I go down to the pub, wherein I buy myself a pint or three.
I like to go out drinking, 'cause beer it is my life,
until I come home and lay eyes upon my darling wife!"
Masika sat in her apartment, cowed by the gloom and dirty-gray walls. The clock in the kitchen was ticking so loudly it scraped at her nerves. Her fingers itched to rip it right down. Her toes curled into the fabric of her couch. She pondered the problem, biting the nail of her thumb, all the way down to the nub. She could stomp it into silence, maybe. Smash it to smithereens. Imagining it made her laugh. The sound came out awkwardly, somewhere between a choke and a sob.
(Note: In order to get the most out of this article, it is recommended that you watch the film in question all the way through at least once. Notes are not required on the topic above, but encouraged).
The Lighthouse is the latest film from Robert Eggers, director of the truly superb The Witch. Two lighthouse keepers in New England (Robert Pattinson, Willem Dafoe) start out rather hostile toward each other, but eventually start to become friends. However, both men seem to be harboring dark secrets, and the more stir crazy they get, the more curious they grow about each other’s pasts.
Jess woke up cold, confused, and a little nervous. Why was she sleeping in the woods? She couldn't remember why she was out here. She remembered where she was though; she had come here with her family. They owned a mountain cabin in the Sierras, and every year they would celebrate Thanksgiving with their cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.