The world of Dune is so immensely textured, immersive and visually beautiful, which is no light achievement when the environment has only two sides: endless desert or metallic architecture.

And yet, I don't find myself waking up today and thinking back on it like I do with the best films. It didn't keep me awake at night with euphoria, despite having a cinema experience that was of such magnitude it made the projection screen warble. First time I've ever noticed that in a film. If that's important then this will blow your socks off. But I'm not so sure this hits on anything that urges for emotional evaluation and weirdly, the dramatic concepts it does touch upon appear as underdeveloped and deficient in the face of the overwhelming grandeur.

For what I value most in a film, Tarkovsky's Solaris remains the undisputed sci-fi messiah and Dune the beloved disciple.