As the wavering cry of the foghorn fills the air, the taciturn former lumberjack, Ephraim Winslow, and the grizzled lighthouse keeper, Thomas Wake, set foot in a secluded and continually gray islet off the coast of late-nineteenth-century New England. For the subsequent 4 weeks of returned-breaking paintings and damaging conditions, the tight-lipped men will have no one else for company besides for each other, compelled to undergo irritating idiosyncrasies, bottled-up resentment, and burgeoning hatred. Then, amid terrible omens, a livid and never-ending squall maroons the pale beacon's keepers inside the already inhospitable volcanic rock, paving the way for a extended length of feral starvation; excruciating affliction; manic isolation, and terrible booze-addled visions. Now, the eerie stranglehold of madness tightens. Is there an break out from the wall-much less jail of the thoughts?
The Lighthouse (2019) trailer
