The whole affair feels like one of Guy Maddin’s ferociously obscure retro exercises like Brand Upon the Brain! or The Forbidden Room , even if Eggers’ film is more psychologically akin to Victor Sjöström’s silent masterpiece The Wind in its study of loneliness eating away the mind.
Kubrick’s mad precision certainly came to mind which watching The Lighthouse , but I also thought of Bergman, Tarkovsky, Hitchcock, and Lynch, as well as Andrzej Zulawski’s Possession and Victor Sjöström’s The Phantom Carriage .