This movie is to me what watching The Chosen TV show is to my mom.
I love the first Dune novel. But this movie made that ambiguous scriptural plot in the back half of the book feel like a creepy, somehow almost grounded human story, something I never feel for a second while reading it. This movie made me appreciate that it was happening to real young people, and for the first time I understood why Zendaya and Florence Pugh were cast—not in spite of looking and sounding insanely modern, but maybe because of it.
Also it’s beautiful.
Listen I don’t think this is a perfect movie. But it’s a perfectly made little Rube Goldberg machine that I can play with for weeks at a time.
I wish it had been the biggest movie of the year because I want to debate why that shoe is standing straight up during the Gordy’s Home sequence as much as people debated whether Jack and Rose could fit on the door.
And Keke Palmer should have won best supporting actress.
This movie does not get enough credit for perfectly simulating the bait-and-switch experience of reading a Jane Austen book for the first time. Even if you’ve seen Pride and Prejudice every year since you were twelve, you watch this movie and the exact same beats feel brand new. You’re fooled by a Mr. Wickham type. You’re shocked by a Mr. Darcy type’s proposal. By the end, this movie genuinely feels like falling in love.