Siegel™’s review published on Letterboxd:
Watched because I heard it's a very complex story and I wanted to prepare for Villeneuve's version without reading a book, but I'm honestly just way more confused now. I have no idea what I just saw, or why it felt so confined and utterly inconsequential when it was clearly trying to be so huge and matter so much. There is an aura of self-importance without anything of importance ever being displayed, every frame contradicting the notion that any of this could possibly be meaningful; an emphasis on character when there are none for us to care about, all of them far too unmemorable and uninteresting to even warrant my remembering their names. There's a story somewhere in here, but I couldn't begin tell you what it was to save my life. I don't know if this movie is really bad or if I'm just an idiot. Probably both. I assume there are supposed to be themes in here? Then again, maybe not, what do I know? It's clear that Lynch is master of the surreal, but without any grounding this just kinda floats around barely existing and never mattering. I'd also disavow this if I made it.