Dune (Lynch, 1984): BFI Southbank, NFT1, 5.40pm
This 70mm presentation, also screening on January 25th, is part of the David Lynch season at BFI Southbank. Details here.Chicago Reader review:
If this 1984 film really cost $60 million, producer Dino De Laurentiis
must be the greatest patron of avant-garde cinema since the Vicomte de
Noailles financed Buñuel's L'Age d'Or. Director David Lynch
thoroughly (and perhaps inadvertently) subverts the adolescent inanities
of Frank Herbert's plot by letting the narrative strangle itself in
unnecessary complications, leaving the field clear to imagery as
disturbing as anything in Eraserhead. The problem is that the imagery—as Sadean as Pasolini's Salo—isn't
rooted in any story impulse, and so its power dissipates quickly. The
real venue for this film is either a grind house or the Whitney Museum;
its passage through the shopping malls of America was a
once-in-a-lifetime anomaly. Kyle MacLachlan is the pallid hero who
becomes a messiah to an oppressed desert tribe.
Dave Kehr
Here (and above) is the trailer.
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