Saturday, March 26th, 2011 04:58 am
dune as interpreted by david lynch
Having watched the first forty minutes of Dune, as interpreted by David Lynch, I apparently forgot--and by that I mean, I obviously bleached my own brain--that first time we meet the Baron and Feyd-Rautha and Rabbon.
That was just...what the fuck did I just watch?
( my god what; trigger for sexual assault )
For sheer visuals, this movie is gorgeous. The space ships, the court, the vastness of space, the utterly uncanny-divide Guild Navigators, the fact of a militarized empire where even a Duke and his son wear military uniforms that aren't as ceremonial as they are functional in a universe where everyone is a soldier.
You know, I forgot that the movie's ridiculousness is only something I really feel when I'm not watching; when I'm watching, it's amazing.
Okay, Yueh just betrayed House Atreides. Fucker. REMEMBER THE TOOTH.
...and watching someone pull out someone's tooth continues to freak me out too.
Oh, explosions. Excuse me. They are blowing up shit and this I do not miss.
That was just...what the fuck did I just watch?
For sheer visuals, this movie is gorgeous. The space ships, the court, the vastness of space, the utterly uncanny-divide Guild Navigators, the fact of a militarized empire where even a Duke and his son wear military uniforms that aren't as ceremonial as they are functional in a universe where everyone is a soldier.
You know, I forgot that the movie's ridiculousness is only something I really feel when I'm not watching; when I'm watching, it's amazing.
Okay, Yueh just betrayed House Atreides. Fucker. REMEMBER THE TOOTH.
...and watching someone pull out someone's tooth continues to freak me out too.
Oh, explosions. Excuse me. They are blowing up shit and this I do not miss.