>be wickie
>got a comfy seasonal gig
>done it for years, usually goes well, junior men occasionally go mad
>one day get set up with some fine new junior man
>pretty as a picture
>thinks he's hot shit, wants to tend the light
>I tell him I tend the light
>he throws fits about it
>he keeps jerking off in the supply shed instead of working
>I tell him to get his shit together but he throws a fit again
>two weeks later, finally about to leave for the mainland
>fricking huge storm comes in, no ship comes
>I have to stay on this godforsaken rock with this fricking guy for who knows how long
>things start to get weird, we're drinking a lot
>junior man acts like I'm the problem
>doesn't trust me
I'm legit starting to worry he's gonna try to kill me now. What do?
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Tell him he will never be a wickie whenever you get the chance
I seen him squalling with a gall. Be careful, if he’s going to be violent with a seabird he might be violent with you
Cook him some lobster, he’ll love it
Wickie job sounds comfy. Quiet, isolated, constant ocean view.
With internet it would be pretty easy.
Enjoy a nice refreshing drink of petrol with him
Why'd ya spill yer beans?
Try making your famous lobster dish
I see this movie but i honestly dont remember nothing about it.
Do they both die in the end?
He finally lets him tend the light and they kiss tenderly in its warm glow
cute
I think I was half asleep. I can't remember if it was a comedy.
It's not exactly a comedy but it's got a lot of humour
Yes
The Lighthouse is the comfiest movie released in the past 30 years
MONKEY PUUUUUUUUMP
There is literally nothing that sounds better than being on an isolated island with Willem DaFoe monkey pumping in a small lighthouse in the midst of an alcoholic bender
Make him spill his beans.
>be lumberjack
>kill my coworker
>assume his identity
>gots me a nice clean start
>have to get a new job elsewhere, maybe I'll be a wickie
>having awful dreams about my dead coworker
>but that don't matter. As soons as I get some pocket money, I can get a nice house and have good, clean, honest living
>having really awful dreams
>god I'm so lonely
>can't trust no one, have to use a fake name
>ain't no women around
>I imagine my future, me an old man, with a beard, talking like some fishing boat captain, with a cob pipe and all
>I just can't get dead coworker out of my head
>can't trust no one
>but there's a light at the end of the tunnel, I can see myself in it, an old man, happy
>but it's all a lie, because I'm just Tom
>Tom the murderer
>I can't keep it secret nos more, it's tearing me up inside
>it feels like the wrath of god will fall down upon me for what Is did
>god I'm so lonely
>but one day I'll be a wickie and get away
Patterson must have been over the moon with this movie, finally able to share time with a legendary actor, guy deserves some wins
test
post the seagull webm
The edited one with Scuttleb-ACK.
kino
>at least he's fond of me lobster
Fine, have it yer way I’m fond of ye lobster
Have you ever killed a seabird anon?
Bad luck to kill a seabird
If I'd been confined on an island with Willem Dafoe, we'd have been fricking by the first evening
>what a gay
What makes him so attractive? He looks weird, like Steve Buscemi
something like charisma, but dark
>Damn ye! Let Neptune strike ye dead Winslow! HAAARK! Hark Triton, hark! Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise from the depths full foul in his fury! Black waves teeming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til’ ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more -- only when he, crowned in wienerle shells with slitherin’ tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm, his coral-tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye -- a bulging bladder no more, but a blasted bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Dread Emperor himself -- forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!
What did he mean by this?
I’m no expert, but I think he meant DAMN YE! LET NEPTUNE STRIKE YE DEAD WINSLOW! HAAARK! HARK TRITON, HARK! BELLOW, BID OUR FATHER THE SEA KING RISE FROM THE DEPTHS FULL FOUL IN HIS FURY! BLACK WAVES TEEMING WITH SALT FOAM TO SMOTHER THIS YOUNG MOUTH WITH PUNGENT SLIME, TO CHOKE YE, ENGORGING YOUR ORGANS TIL’ YE TURN BLUE AND BLOATED WITH BILGE AND BRINE AND CAN SCREAM NO MORE -- ONLY WHEN HE, CROWNED IN wienerLE SHELLS WITH SLITHERIN’ TENTACLE TAIL AND STEAMING BEARD TAKE UP HIS FELL BE-FINNED ARM, HIS CORAL-TINE TRIDENT SCREECHES BANSHEE-LIKE IN THE TEMPEST AND PLUNGES RIGHT THROUGH YER GULLET, BURSTING YE -- A BULGING BLADDER NO MORE, BUT A BLASTED BLOODY FILM NOW AND NOTHING FOR THE HARPIES AND THE SOULS OF DEAD SAILORS TO PECK AND CLAW AND FEED UPON ONLY TO BE LAPPED UP AND SWALLOWED BY THE INFINITE WATERS OF THE DREAD EMPEROR HIMSELF -- FORGOTTEN TO ANY MAN, TO ANY TIME, FORGOTTEN TO ANY GOD OR DEVIL, FORGOTTEN EVEN TO THE SEA, FOR ANY STUFF FOR PART OF WINSLOW, EVEN ANY SCANTLING OF YOUR SOUL IS WINSLOW NO MORE, BUT IS NOW ITSELF THE SEA!
Either that, or he was suggesting maybe give his lobster another shot.
I have memorized this but I don't know how to put it in a conversation.
Just say it every time you enter a room.
so what happens in this movie, for real
should i just read the wikipedia synopsis
not sure if i want to watch it
doesn't it get kinda gay?
>kinda gay
There's one scene where they're really drunk and Dafoe tries to kiss Pattinson but they don't
He gets a little fond of his lobster. The lobster tail below his buttocks, and in the front of his body. That lobster. So yeah, it might get a little gay depending on how you look at it. They also spill their beans to each other in a bedroom
Don’t listen to this anon
he’s exaggerating. All Pattinson does is choke a bird once or twice.
E-PHRAIM
I spilled my beans all over myself while watching the lamp at a lighthouse and my old drunken coworker shouted “this homie spilled his beans” & all the seabirds laughed
Someone post the webm already.
Am I a pleb if this is one of my favorite movies of all time?
The only part I don't love about it really is the ending, as in the final frame. Ending the movie on symbolic imagery didn't feel very satisfying.
You're not a pleb anon, it's a great film