MY NAME IS RICHARD JEWELL AND I BELIEVE IN LAW AND ORDER
Eggers' reading of Milton and Shakespeare through Melville is a drab affair indeed. The Lighthouse has all the trappings of a Grand "Art" film, constantly drawing attention to itself and its own gimmicks, crumbling under the insufferable weight of its own pretensions and source materials. And while Eggers' clearly wears his influences on his sleeve, the mark of the charlatan is of course quite distinct. The way these inspirations are stitched together in the most piecemeal way, simmered and seasoned…
What to write when words can say so little? New Rose Hotel needs to be seen to be believed. Memory as a stream of refracted images, images concealed, replicated, duplicated and ultimately treacherous. Nothing is what it seems and everyone is hiding something. The truth in plain sight, only unearthed when it’s too late, when memories are reconstructed and men with guns are closing in. Nothing left to do but drink and remember as we wait.
“What classes and strata of society will now become the real representatives of culture, will give us our scholars, artists and poets, our creative personalities?
Or is everything to turn into big business, as in America?
"In its widest possible sense ... a man's Self is the sum-total of what he can call his, not only his body and his psychic powers, but his clothes and his house, his wife and children, his ancestors and friends, his reputation…