There’s very little point in dragging David Lynch for making something that he has long been unhappy with, and even less point in arguing for its hidden genius. Dune is an awful film, and what few merits it has are eclipsed by its bloated excesses in every aspect of story, performance, and effects.
But the fact remains that this film is a perfect example of what happens to an excellent science fiction premise in the hands of someone who has no particular love for the genre.
Emily Asher-Perrin has been doing a whole series of articles on Frank Herbert’s Dune, and they are great reads.
I’ve always enjoyed Lynch’s Dune, despite it’s many flaws. But, yeah, it’s awful.
Side Confession: I have never been a fan of David Lynch. Dune is the only thing he’s ever made that I’ve enjoyed.