Showing posts with label Water. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Water. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Dune

It's a shame Dune ended up being a negative experience for David Lynch. Some of it's very well done. I still love watching it year after year.

Some of the heavier action sequences like when the Harkonnens attack Arrakis or the sandworm battle at the end, don't fare as well as those that you find in Star Wars or Star Trek, and a lot of movie goers tend to focus on those transitions which are often filled with nail-biting excitement.

It would be nice to watch a copy without the consistent inner-character monologues as well, too bad it wasn't as huge as Blade Runner and such an alternative was never released.

Nonetheless, in classic Lynchean style the scenes with the villains still seriously impress, especially the introduction of the Harkonnens which I would argue is some of Lynch's best work.

It's grotesque and terrifying and over-the-top and the attention to detail is so immaculate, along with the chilling production design all focused around Kenneth McMillan's performance. 

I've seen him show up in other films where he didn't have a serious role, in Dune he steals the show though, alongside many prominent actors.

Lynch also thrillingly excelled with his less psychotic sublime nobility, notably during the scenes with Dr. Kynes when they head out to look over spice production. 

When Duke Leto demonstrates that he truly cares for the integral lives of his working people, it's a powerful moment that evocatively captures the democratic spirit of the times.

Kyle MacLachlan has his moments too as does Patrick Stewart, Siân Phillips, Francesca Annis, and Brad Dourif, in interviews I've seen with actors Lynch worked with the genuine admiration clearly shines through.

If you want to see Lynch the editor at work you should compare the theatrical version to the full-length feature, the excessively long studio-cut version that he had his name removed from.

It is much much much worse and you can see Lynch's genius in full swing, when you watch his director's cut and see how he saved so many scenes.

With strong performances, a complex plot, an intricate unique production design, along with his trademark wicked villainy, Lynch's version still impresses.

Denis Villeneuve's films are remarkably well done too and I hope he gets the next Star Wars franchise.

I hope they stick with one director for the entire run.

He's a contemporary sci-fi master. 

Friday, August 30, 2019

Aquarela

Recalcitrant rhythms resonantly radiating, extant titans in solace and storm.

Oceanic depths demonstrously reckoning, with iron clad rigour, tempestuous, torn.

Meaninglessness instantaneously manifested like unexpected irate judgment, lost in languorous indecipherable fathoms undulating 'cross sundry shivers, timbral shock declaring ubiquity unstable impacting environs, slow and steady primordial pace, intuitive galactic prayer.

Empirical algebraic reduction.

Coldly, chaotically, induced.

Windswept whispers elusively locked down glacial permanence reconcilable embrace, polar movements unpredictably sculpted, incessant vibes, transport routed.

Clues in/determinately emerge obscured in novel revelation, patterns, designs, coordinates, attuned in isolated drafts, unfiltered divined tidal blooms.

Forlorn physicist.

Iceberg embers.

Proceed with caution, with no definitive structure subsumed in sunstruck substance.

Perennial voyage, distinct discovery, august illusion, as a matter of fact.

Built up bulbous bewilderments belittlingly break free, unseasoned shards of dissonant longevity, set adrift to shyly spree.

Ride fickle withering waves in jagged awestruck miniature, your momentum erratically fissured, your contention like fitful shrouds.

Steering through known logical flux, carefree yet crucibly ground, raw pure unkempt asseveration, viscounted, inveterate, cortical.

Washed ashore.

So that the world would resign to forget what it's trying so hard to remember.

Ambrosia, aeronautic amnesia.

Synchronistically bound.

Viktor Kossakovsky takes impressive risks in Aquarela to film the unparalleled power of water.

Around the aqueous globe.

As it overflows with stubborn caprice.

And hesitantly taunts conception.

Voluminously.