What do you think about Dune? The book, I mean. Your reaction to the new movie is likely to depend on that. Mine does.

I read the book about 1980, when I was a 17-year-old libertarian. I didn’t much like it: the Fremen, whose virtue consisted in their being oppressed, holier-than-thou working-class-heroes stuck in my craw, and I could never quite forget the (deliberately funny) dictum from Yojimbo, “I hate pathetic people.” The penchant of the Fremen, once empowered, to lead a turnabout-is-fair-play holy war and impose their primitive beliefs on everyone was more deeply offensive to me than the brutal conniving of merchant princes. Despite that, I remember thinking that the final confrontation of the emperor and the forces of order against the great genetic and mystical die roll of the Kwisatz Haderach was brilliant writing.

I had come to the book years after having read Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy. I was prepared to accept that a corrupt and decaying empire is preferable to the chaos that would follow it. Paul Atreides is a protagonist who embodies chaotic destruction, and religiously motivated destruction, at that, and I wasn’t having it in those days. You don’t, I then thought, tear apart the fabric of painfully-won high culture for retribution’s and religion’s sake.

I had also read ‘Doc’ Smith’s Lensmen series, especially Triplanetary, the overarching story that he wrote to sew together the more opaquely connected stories published in the other books. The antagonists of Smith’s stories are the Eddorians, who seek power and control for their own sake and who systematically enslave all sentient life forms that they can lay their extensible pseudopods on. Smith’s values were bourgeois and democratic, his characterizations black and white. The secret protagonists are the high-minded Arisians, too evenly matched with the Eddorians to feasibly take them on and who therefore work in the shadows, invisible to the Eddorians, to raise up cultures among the lesser sentient beings and breed a set of superheroes in the younger life forms who could destroy the Eddorians and supersede the Arisians themselves. This is a project of many millenia, and the Arisians’ protégés become the proxy protagonists. Herbert, with his Bene Gesserit order breeding a superman who will (I guess) set things right, had evidently read his Smith, and the Ersatz Hatrack project, if a bit opaque in its ends to me then, made good sense as a practical expedient.

The 17-year-old me was not a canny critic, but I did manage to understand that Herbert built his universe by using colors drawn from the palette of Earth history. Asimov had done that, and while Smith’s Eddorians are described as literally incomprehensible to a life form like my own, Smith took the corporate boardroom as a model for their confabs. These appropriations are metaphors that help us insert ourselves into the fictional worlds more easily.

Herbert colored the Fremen with hues drawn from the palette of Arabic culture; the various noble houses seemed to me drawn from the Machiavellian schemers of the Italian Renaissance; the age-old but apparently rickety empire from the Byzantine Empire; the Bene Gesserit from the Jesuits; the Sardaukar from SS stormtroopers; the spice from world dependence on oil; and and and.

But of course, the duke and baron are not ersatz Medici, and the Fremen are not oppressed Arabs exploited for their oil. The story is built upon the combination of many disparate powers that boil together and interact like Stan Miller’s primordial soup. What happens when we put these characters with conflicting desires and contrasting powers together? Paul and the Fremen turn out to be monsters once they’ve won: Dune is a tragedy, not a cautionary tale about colonialism or capitalism in our world. Looking back at the story now, I think of it as a novel without a hero, like Vanity Fair. Interesting characters, yes.

So to be clear, the new Dune is just fine. Quite good, even—good enough to see a second time. It was interesting to watch and I did not find myself fidgeting in my seat as I commonly do in the overlong MCU movies. The story was presented seriously and we can be grateful it escapes trivialization by making it comment on today’s prevailing racial and global politics.

Some critics complain harshly about the backstory exposition such a complicated film demands. “Show, don’t tell!” is a guiding principle in filmmaking, not least in the face of subliterate American audiences. Yet Dune, like Apple’s Foundation, comes from a literary source that features big ideas. I read a review barely suppressing laughter at the voiceovers in the 1984 Dune. But while that information slowed the film’s pace, it added a lot to the scope and grandness of the story, because it made me see that big things were happening behind the scenes.

I came closest to fidgeting during the new film when we get Paul’s countless visions of Chani. One is so long that I wish I’d known about it so that I could have nipped off to the bathroom. Paul’s lengthy teenage freakout when the worm is about to eat the crawler is just junk clogging the story like so much plaque in an artery. Endless tumbling in the ornithopter (when will the crucial wing break off?) is needless (and expensive) filler running out the 2.5-hour clock. Could we not have had more backstory telling us about CHOAM and the Landsraad? Might we not have had more of the Reverend Mother? She’s the highly-trained, super-intelligent shepherdess of a project resulting from thousands of years of effort and thought. Everything we get cinematically from such a character is of supreme interest, while Chani, Paul’s future ‘love interest’, offers nothing. Yet the latter has more screen time. Well, I guess Zendaya was needed to lure in the younger audiences, but still . . . .

Of course, if you come to the new Dune knowing the details of the plot, you can fill in what’s missing. I’m serious that the film is quite good, but it could have been more intellectually stimulating had the grandiose visual beauty been supplemented with a grander sense of the story.

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A college professor living in Scranton, PA

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  1. “I hate pathetic people”? Heavens, for a moment there I thought that you had turned into *ucker Carlson. Thank goodness that with age comes wisdom, in your case if not his. I think I need to read the book again, since all I remember is the scenes with the Bene Gesserit (which autocorrect wants to render as Bene Dessert!). They were riveting to me because they included powerful women, and therefore your Jesuit comparison initially struck me as off-target, but I do see the points of contact. I worry that if I watch the movie before re-reading the book, its images will dominate the story for me.
    Maybe you should also review the Atlas Shrugged movies. I am interested in watching those but worried that they may be more about ideology than story and characters–and personally, I’m interested in the latter.
    I’m anxious to see Foundation but haven’t figured out how to get Apple on my “Smart” TV. I need a first-grader to assist!

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    1. I’ve never read Ayn Rand, and have no use for her now. I read somewhere that Brian Herbert thinks that ‘Gesserit’ is his father’s way of alluding to ‘Jesuit’. I suppose the name could be both Latin and allude of the sound of ‘Jesuit’ at the same time. I sort of think of the B.G. as possibly drawn from Jesuit spiritual advisors, especially to Asian leaders in the early premodern period. Episode 1 of Foundation is free. You can watch it any time, I think.

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    2. Fully awake now. As for the savage 17-year-old libertarian, he died slowly over a couple of decades. But it seemed relevant to my reaction to Dune, and laughing at oneself is a gom jabbar. As to Yojimbo, have another look: the phrase I quote is endearing in context, and not meant in the way my clumsy writing may have led you to believe.

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      1. Thanks for the tip on Foundation! I am only tangentially familiar with Yojimbo–I see online that it is a samurai film. The first thing that came to mind for me was the comic book Usagi Yojimbo, but I’ve only seen a couple of issues of that. On the topic of samurai, I have been enjoying “Samurai Gourmet” on Netflix. It’s sweet and endearing–plus there are lots of great shots of Japanese restaurants and food in preparation.
        As to Ayn Rand, I enjoyed The Fountainhead very much as a story rather than a manifesto.

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