So, I have finally got round to watching Denis Villeneuve's 'Dune'. It's marvelous what a mild infection will drive you to do.
As you may well know I have this slight, intermittent, obsession with Frank Herbert's Dune series, so I might be less than, or more than, a disinterested observer here. Perhaps, also, I should have watched it on the big screen. It might really have helped, but I doubt it could have done that much to relieve the ennui. You have to give credit to Villeneuve for attempting such an adaptation, but this as a stultifyingly dull film. 155 minutes of dull. And it was bland. Everything bland. Everything levelled down to a uniform, less than golden, mediocrity. It was even applied to the performances, which are so under-powered as to rob the characters of any personality. Is this really what contemporary film-making has become?
As you may well know I have this slight, intermittent, obsession with Frank Herbert's Dune series, so I might be less than, or more than, a disinterested observer here. Perhaps, also, I should have watched it on the big screen. It might really have helped, but I doubt it could have done that much to relieve the ennui. You have to give credit to Villeneuve for attempting such an adaptation, but this as a stultifyingly dull film. 155 minutes of dull. And it was bland. Everything bland. Everything levelled down to a uniform, less than golden, mediocrity. It was even applied to the performances, which are so under-powered as to rob the characters of any personality. Is this really what contemporary film-making has become?
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