Dune
It may be a hot mess of ideas, imagery and endless exposition, but I’m still glad I live in a world where David Lynch’s version of Dune exists. Adapted from Frank Herbert’s novel (still the best example of world-building in literary science-fiction), trying to condense the story into a feature-length film was probably the first mistake producer Dino DeLaurentiis made. And selling it as a Star Wars -style adventure was certainly the kiss of death. Let’s face it, Dune was never going to be an easy sell. Heck, even the novel needs an appended dictionary just to keep track of all the characters and invented cultural slang. But moments of pure Lynchian weirdness break through all the political sabotage and messianic madness. And it’s those moments that make this tragically flawed 1984 adaptation so memorably unique. Garbage bag clad guild members mopping the floor like elephant keepers after ...