From the checkout lady at Hollywood Video:
DUNE is awesome! So much better than David Lynch’s later stuff, when he entered that sexy-creepy phase. It’s even better than the book. I tried reading it, but it’s like this thick and has way too much information.
Merry Christmas, guys. If you’re looking for a last-minute gift for the discerning weird tales consumer, do the exact opposite of what’s suggested above. Get Blue Velvet, or Mullholland Drive, or Dune (the book). But, for the love of god, don’t get the film that both Lynch and Sting disowned. I mean, the guy won’t even disown the song S.O.S., but he’ll disown this. That’s how bad it is.
Incidentally, the reason why I bring this up is because last night my good friend Peter and I had a theme movie night where the theme was “Films that Ruin Our Favorite Childhood Sci-Fi Authors.” The other movie we watched was this:
Which is worth watching just for the third act, which includes a heart-rending soliloquy by Keanu Reeves about the joys of room service and an unexpected cameo by Dolph Lundgren as some kind of crazy Moses impersonator/luddite Tea Partier.
