This is the rare instance in which I liked the movie-ization of a novel which I loved. On the surface one would tend to agree with GK that there's a lot in the book which can't translate to film; while there is much for which that is true, Lynch and DeLaurentiis seemed to have been able to walk the line between ignoring that material and assuming it, where for Peter Jackson (who was in an identical situation with his subject matter) it became a true bugbear with which he could never come to satisfactory grips. Of course I have certain issues with the translation from book to film, but these are so minor and so out-of-the-way of enjoying the film that they are tangential to any discussion save one focussed on them entirely.
IanKennedy wrote:Alternatively if you've not read the book the film is completely impenetrable.
I respectfully disagree; I saw the film as a young teen when it came out, before reading the novel, and I didn't have the issue you describe.
Atekimogus wrote:I don't really understand what all the hate is about
I believe that the anti-Dune sentiment comprises two parts: 1) It is epic, as you describe; one can't simply sit down to a bit of it for some light entertainment. It demands active watching and attention. 2) In a related way, it simply defies modern attention spans. There are those among modern media audiences who simply can't put the effort into watching a film for as long as one needs to do in order to appreciate Lynch's
Dune.
Also, let's not forget the cast. Kyle MacLachlan (of course, Lynch's golden boy,) Freddie Jones, Brad Dourif, Richard Jordan, Sting (who was better in this than in
Quadrophenia,) Dean Stockwell, Max von Sydow, Jurgen Prochnow, Sean Young, and some bald guy from a later sci-fi series.