As a passionate fan of Frank Herbert’s Dune series of novels, I went to see the 1984 movie with mixed anticipation and dread. Dune has got to rank high in in the category of unfilmable books, in my opinion. But perhaps David Lynch had managed to pull it off?
I stumbled out of the theater two-plus hours later with my answer: No, he hadn’t. The story had been mangled almost beyond recognition; the movie dragged; its visual goodies couldn’t compensate for the wooden acting and clunky dialog.
Well, that was then, and this is now, a quarter-century later. My tastes and perspective have changed over time. I find value now in things I’d been too callow or limited in experience to appreciate way back when. Perhaps it was time to go back to Dune for another look. So I Netflixed the movie (original theatrical release version), and watched it last night.
Good God. It’s even worse than I’d remembered. What an utterly silly, plodding, pointless dumbing down of that complex novel. It took a concerted effort of will to sit through the entire thing, although after a while I developed a sort of morbid fascination with just how atrociously each element of the story was butchered.
Item: Baron Harkonnen, the blemish-blotched bobbing balloon. He should be a figure of menace, of sickening devious evil. Instead he’s ludicrous. He’s impossible to take seriously as a villain.
Item: Paul Atreides’ transformation into the Fremen Muad’Dib. Never mind that the beginning of the movie slights into insignificance the telling of Paul’s intensive training by Jessica in the techniques of the Bene Gesserit; one could argue that the heart of the book is Paul’s education in the ways of the Fremen and the changes thus wrought in him that climax in his drinking of the Water of Life. The movie barely glances over the beginning and end of this process while cutting out entirely the bulk of it.
Item: The relationship of the worms and the Spice. Beyond some vague mystical mumbling, the relationship is never even mentioned, much less made clear. Dammit, I wanted to see a worm get drowned! Now, I understand that a scene showing this was cut from the original theatrical release and is in the extended version, so I give Lynch a partial pass on that particular complaint. Still, it’s all dreadfully vague, what Spice is, how it’s created, and so on.
And so on, and so on. I could rant for much longer, but have run out of steaming indignation, and will conclude by observing that at least the sand worms were wicked cool, with those double tripetal mouths. So at least there’s that.