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 poem. The dialogue is almost irrelevant. You would understand this if no one said anything at all.

Eight: Thanks again universe for skipping Irulan and the endless internal monologues.

Nine: Not sure how the Mentats end up with such precise lip-staining. Maybe they have sapho sippy-cups.

Ten: Adoring the Harkonnens. Stellan Skarsgård is superb.

Eleven: Glossu and Vladimir should get a sitcom. ("He likes to kill. But his flying uncle wears sixty-foot long dresses and sleeps in used Castrol! Hijinks ensue as they try to topple the Padishah Emperor and House Corinno every week.")

Twelve: I want to see Duncan Idaho climb that cliff. May apply to become a Fish Speaker.

Thirteen: (in a small voice) Leto. Daddy.

Fourteen: The casting is just glorious. Isaac, Rampling, Duncan-Brewster, Skarsgård, Brolin...

Fifteen: At last a teenaged Paul! Although that stillsuit-donning scene was uncomfortably œdipal, for me at least it showed us in a single beat the relationship shift between Paul and Jessica and the infinite branching of reasons it happened - and lays such wonderful, uneasy groundwork for what is to come.

Sixteen: the conlangs! Sardaukar! Fremen! I'd love to hear Galach as well - written, it reminded me of Marain. All amazingly realized by David J Peterson, here.

Seventeen: Things not mentioned: kanly, the Butlerian jihad, sapho, Margot Fenring's greenhouse & note to Jessica, Peter de Vries' name/death, gurning Sting in space underpants.

Eighteen: Things added: "Human spider proxy" (Yueh's wife?)

Nineteen: Things different: Caladan needed more waterfalls and darker greenery. More contrast to the desert needed - not tropical enough. The Bene Gesserit have physical and visual presence but their influence on the plot is understated (see Margot Fenring's note etc)