Patrick Pryor’s review published on Letterboxd:
Some good Lynch shit: slow motion screaming, the sadistic Harkonnen moral rot manifesting on the outside, some painterly takes on the space opera like a long static shot of laser blasts shooting through a window, ethereal whooshing sound design. Too bad the weight of a commercial production with ambitious box office expectations buried any idiosyncrasies. Would love to see the stripped down arthouse version of this movie begging to break out between all the exposition dumps. If only De Laurentis stopped chasing Star Wars and let Lynch do his thing! One can dream.