About The Life Not Aquatic (Dune)
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It’s not usually my bit to do mainstream reviews. Frankly, there are people that do it way better. My channel is for quirkier stuff like half-baked literary theories and pseudo-scientific, pseudo-intellectual blathering. Also baking tips and, of course, dancing.
But I have to talk about Dune for a few and that’s just life I guess. Spoilers for the book and movie. Both are very well done. I particularly like all the sand and how sandy it is. This is one of those stories with a title that’s super apropos. It’s a long book, so that’s not my favorite, but I ripped through it pretty quick. It has weight and stakes and I genuinely cared about the characters. Also the sand. All over the place. In the movie we get to see the main family leaving what looks like the capital of fecundity to go to the sand planet. I mean you know it’s going to happen cause it’s in the book. Whatever, big changes. Lots of big changes. And that’s the really nice thing about the main character. His evolution is intense and fairly constant, both in the book and talking picture.
Sometimes movies about destiny can be lame. You sort of know that there’s the special character that’s set apart and you’re just looking at your watch waiting for them to become, to metamorphosize. I think Dune has an interesting enough world to make you not care that you can kind of see where it’s going. It’s like the Matrix that way even though the only thing they have in common is the destiny thing.
Paul’s gifts are super interesting. He’s just next-leveling all the time; especially in the novel it’s done really well and not all that confusing whereas I know it could’ve been. There’s gravity. One thing I thought strange was that Paul doesn’t have any homies. We don’t see them, anyway. Duncan I guess is tight with him but that’s more of a protector type than a friend type. Apparently there’s no time for hanging out with the boys when you’re going to be a magical-type super baller. Priorities and shiz.
And by the way, the movie just stops. I wouldn’t say it ends. I mean to say stops. Just so you know. There’s movie then no movie. And that wasn’t my favorite thing. Assuming they make the next one it’s all good though.
The writer isn’t just writing hacky sci-fi. He’s writing good prose and writing a good story. The director of the film is equally skilled at his craft, and if I could pronounce his name without sounding like a moron I would.
You know, isn’t it just like the Universe to put the most valuable commodity ever in the harshest most unforgiving place? Frigging Universe is a ball buster. Or is that why it’s valuable? Are we drifting into economics here? Scarcity? Supply and demand curves? I better stop before I make a mess.
Read Dune and see Dune. They don’t make enough high-level things anymore. And that’s not exactly true because there’s tons of entertainment still out there, but still. A lot of it isn’t the best. This here is a story with big boy pants.
Although if you’re super into water in your movies and books, this is not for you. That reminds me I need to review Waterworld next but totally never ever will. I mean it was okay or whatever.
Anyway. Jam out to the story about spice and space. And supply chains. Turns out they matter to some people. Cheers and see you after.
