Storm Raven said:
Of course, opening a film with a long, talky sequence...
Dude, we're talking about Frank Herbert's
Dune... would you open the film with stuff exploding? Talkiness, especially of the interior monologue variety, is one way in which the movie is being faithful to the book.
The only real problem with the added material is that it consumed time that could have been used to advance the story in some way - and when dealing with a complicated, lenghty story, you need all the screen time you can get.
Or you need to jettison story elements. You can't adapt a novel into a film thinking you're going to bring the plot across intact. Simply can't be done. So you look for ways to capture the essence of the work in another medium, which is what Lynch did, at the same time he threw in a whole bunch of his personal fixations, making it the first big-budget art house space opera (err, make that the only...).
To be honest, while I love the movie, I'm not sure I'd go so far as to call it a success. More like a really interesting failure.
Adding useless material that isn't even from the book is just ridiculous.
That useless material brought the setting alive for me, and I'd argue the milieu is a much of a main character in
Dune as Paul. As is true with most popular SF/F series. The allure isn't just characters, it's thoroughly detailed otherworlds.
The true weaknesses are the changes made that make it just like other science fiction movies.
David Lynch's Dune is "just like other science fiction movies"?! Name them.
You can say a lot about Dune, but implying that its just a blandly homogeneous scifi film is nutty. Unless of course you're blind and partially deaf.
The wierding way of battle was transformed into a ray gun.
You know, I'd love to see a more kung-fu heavy version of Dune, a la The Bride with White Hair, with Ang Lee or Zhang Yimou directing. Yimou especially. After seeing Curse of the Golden Flower, I'm convinced he's perfect for crushing overproduced genre weirdness.
That said, the weirding modules were a necessary compromise, and the whole 'My name is a killing word' shtick was cool.
The navigators were no longer mysterious and unknown, but rather a bunch of guys in leather fetish gear towing what looked like giant mutated talking genitalia.
Speaking into old-timey radio announcer microphones made of wrought-iron. Pure genius.
This is fun. It's been a long time since I rhapsodized/defended Dune...