Devo admitir que assistir esse filme no cinema foi uma experiência divertida e surpreendente. Não é, obviamente, um filme perfeito, e está longe também de ser um filme horrível, só não é o que espera-se de um filme de Lynch. No entanto, existem momentos durante o filme em que a estética do diretor aparece e se faz presente de maneira inegável, e são esses os melhores momentos do filme.
There were a couple of things that reminded me that this movie was actually directed by a talented artist - the ‘lynchian’ bad guys, some dream scenes. Rest of the time I was standing mute in front of the great mystery of art: What is the magic that creates great cinema? How can such a talented group of people fuck up a movie this way? How come they didn’t see this mess coming? What the hell were they thinking?
Wish it was even weirder. Psychic alien folding-space scene is right out of Twin Peaks: The Return. Dreams, hallucinations, grotesques, unexplained narrative, cat-machine milking, even homoerotic Sting, scream Lynch. Focus on politics/religion very different take than 77 SW. Action scenes very bad, cheesy. Practical effects cool, cg ugly. Steampunk victorian designs. Voiceovers ugh. Music+. Obvious missing material.
Somehow manages to combine the steam-punk grotesquery of Eraserhead, the Victorian grandeur of The Elephant Man & the camp space opera of Flash Gordon, with Herbert's epic narrative chopped up & merely peppered throughout. I don't think it's as compromised as many Lynch fans like to pretend, & if anything, seems to be the cinematic forebear to the recent Twin Peaks The Return, in both positive & negative attributes.
The novel came with its own glossary, and dramatizing such mythos isn't Lynch's skillset: his Dune is a mix of clunky exposition dialogue, pure abstract visuals, and almost nothing in between. But there are enough fascinating approaches to wonder what career we could have had if they cracked the script. Take it with just music and sound FX, and there are times you might even think you're seeing something visionary.
It's like Downton Abbey and The Fifth Element had an Eraserhead sperm baby. I read the books and I still had no idea what was going on here. So, I loved it. The way it conjures a hypnotic state - jumbling visuals, sound and temporal space as if on different planes - actually fits with the altered states angle in the text. So it's cryptic, yes, but so is Myth. Aching for rediscovery among Lynch apologists.