The Lighthouse – A Meditation on the Lost Art of Communication

The Lighthouse, presented as a black and white vignette of several malcontent filled scenes between the harrowed old endemic lighthouse keeper and a young steward new to the location. The film has a jarbled, often scathing tone about its dialogue, a welcome grating narration to the usual seamless fabric necessitated through the industry. The characters required careful attention to understand their diction and dialect, the syntax misplaced and filled with misnomers. While the audience needs to heed their own attention towards the two, the lighthouse keeper and his new steward often misplace their intentions throughout their biting conversations, which sets an interesting tone as the characters react and understand each other’s tone and meaning without worry. They are in two extremes that fold into one another in a collective mishmash of misunderstanding. Intentions are misled and tempers build in a realistic, meandering pace as the characters test each other’s waters and find that the other’s pool is not exactly to their liking, one warmer the other cold, which eventually comes together in a hurricane of a clash. Incredible.