Dune is not a great film. It's probably the worst film to be made by David
Lynch. But this doesn't mean it has no importance. Without the
industrial and artistic pressures of this enormous adaptation of
Frank Herbert's unwieldy science fiction fantasy, Lynch would have
missed his own rite of passage, which left him with a heightened sense
for the psychoanalytic and mythic archetypes that would mould Blue
Velvet, his masterpiece. A galactic yarn of inter-planetary politics
and quasi-religious fervour, Dune is a troubled mix of genius and
folly, with moments of serene poetry amidst the techno chaos.
