Frank Herbert's 1965 sci-fi novel Dune gets a new film adaptation—this one helmed by Denis Villeneuve (Arrival, Blade Runner 2049)—later this month. But before Ars Technica reviews the movie, there's the matter of its predecessor: 1984's Dune, made by a then up-and-coming filmmaker named David Lynch.
Detractors call Lynch's saga—a tale of two noble space families 8,000 years in the future, fighting over the most valuable resource in the universe amidst sandworms the size of aircraft carriers—incomprehensible, stilted, and ridiculous. It lost piles of money. Yet fans, especially in recent years, have reclaimed Lynch's film as a magnificent folly, a work of holy, glorious madness.
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Lynch begins Dune where his previous film (The Elephant Man) ends: a starfield. The Emperor's daughter (Virginia Madsen of Sideways) fades in to bring us up to speed. She doesn't appear again for nearly 2 hours and, when she does, she doesn't say or do anything. [credit: Universal Pictures ]
So which group am I in? Both. Am I about to describe Dune as "so bad it's good"? No, that's a loser take for cowards.
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