By removing all that talking, we could transmute the 3-hour epic to about 45 minutes of Lynch’s imagery, unburdened by the need to make a story out of 650 pages of verbose political maneuvering by people who spend half the book analyzing their own superhuman, chess-like conversations. Instead, loads of robed witches, psychedelic space travel, freaky monsters, and the Toto and Brian Eno soundtrack. Though, actually, I think more Eno than Toto would be for the best.
True story: I’ve never seen Dune, either the Lynch version of the tv miniseries. Never even read the book either. It’s one of those things. Anyway, a few days ago it was on Showtime and I caught the final 30-45 minutes or so and it was probably the craziest thing I’ve ever seen. Especially because I had no context for why Kyle Mclaren was riding around on a giant space worm and treated like a god. Or something. It made no sense!