REVIEW: Dune (1984)
You know it’s about to get EPIC when the electric guitars kick in!
This story is definitely one where gay = decadent badguy.
People make fun of this movie. And while sting in a diaper is a bit ridiculous (no moreso than Sean Connery’s diaper-and-bandolier getup in Zardoz), I think it’s a fine film.
It’s difficult to find it Lynch-y — but this was after The elephant Man, before Lynch gave up entirely on attempts to be mainstream.
Like most Lynch, each shot of each scene is crafted with care, composed like a photo, or a painting. When I tour Lynch films, I have to restrain myself or I would have hundreds of snapshots per film.
It’s been a looong time since I read the book, so on this viewing I am unsullied by concerns of authentic adaptation.
Kyle MacLachlan will always be FBI Special Agent Dale Cooper to me. “Diane, this must be where spice goes to die.”
Visually and stylistically stunning. Whispered internal dialogues, interesting, work once you get used to it. It’s something that, alas, never really took hold, and so most movie adaptations of books with a strong internal focus fail badly. cf Stephen King novels.
This is Scix in the Back Row, with the weirding way.
Dune (1984) Written and directed by David Lynch, based on the 1965 Frank Herbert novel of the same name. Starring Francesca Annis, Linda Hunt, Kyle MacLachlan, Virginia Madsen, Everett McGill, Kenneth McMillan, Jack Nance, Jürgen Prochnow, Paul L. Smith, Patrick Stewart, Sting, Dean Stockwell, and Max von Sydow.
