Thinking about Villeneuve's /Dune/
Having now watched Denis Villeneuve's Dune and had a night's sleep, some reflections in the form of one-ish-liners my brain decided it liked. I will add to this as more occur to me. NB: Dune lives rent-free in my head, and has for decades. Like everyone who read Dune as a 14 year old, I wrote a 30k word fanfic sequel to Chapterhouse Dune because I was pissed off about how Darwi Odrade and Taraza got treated. In other words, I am invested . One: this is nothing like the book in my head. Two: this is almost perfectly what the book in my head should have looked like. (See 19 below.) Three: Where is the pug? Four: I thank a benevolent universe for the absence of Weirding Modules. I mean. I cannot imagine how Lynch would have equipped the Honoured Matres. Actually I can. Now I need a bath. Five: this rattled through at a cracking pace, compared to the book. Six: the guy I saw it with fell asleep halfway through because it moved so slowly Seven: It's a wordless audiovisual p