Twas Ye Darke An' Stormy Nighte

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I can already tell that I'm angry at myself for going through this the first trailer for The Lighthouse -- that'd be director Robert Eggers' follow-up to The Witch that's got Robert Pattinson and Willem Dafoe going nutso on an isolated island in the 1800s -- frame by frame by frame; I have seen too much! But... well what am I supposed to do? Not look? Be patient? WAIT???

Often I'm able but this movie, this one I'm just too too hard up for; I had to feed the beast, or the beast was gonna grow big ass tentacles and then where'd we be?

Lovecraftian ghoulishness is one hundred percent my jam and I have been waiting for somebody with a lot of talent as well as access to modern technology to tackle it -- I mean I love Stuart Gordon's Dagon as much as the next nerd but it's  a little on the dated side. Since I've been denied Guillermo Del Toro's At the Mountains of Madness this movie looks like it will have to do...

... and by all accounts it's gonna do nicely. If I said right now "I cannot wait for this" I wouldn't even be coming close to what that sentence actually means, inside of my belly right now. I am living this trailer. I am breathing this trailer.

I am choking this trailer's air supply off with my excitement. 

We are all black and blue with true enthusiasm. 

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The Lighthouse is out in 80 days exactly,

on October 18th. Praying it hits NYFF, I am.