I must confess, I hadn't penned thoughts regarding the cinematic masterpiece 'Dune', until now. Having recently had the pleasure of viewing it, I found it to be splendid, aligning nicely with my expectancy. However, a certain sadness underlies my admission of its brilliance. Painted with dissatisfaction merely towards its conclusion, a longing for its successor swiftly became the sentiment du jour. The helmsman of the movie, Denis Villeneuve, undoubtedly manifests a master's touch to every visually compelling scene, constructing a narrative adindr tale of gargantuan grandiose. Striving to keep this epistle void of any ruinous spoilers, I anchor on the elusive. Each frame unfurls as a meticulously conceived work of art, epidomising the essence of what filmmaking embraces, according to my contemplations. My expertise might not revolve around the world of cinematics; nonetheless, I can recognise and deeply appreciate artistic efforts of such magnificent measure. Scenes washed in monochrome tapestry resonated with the air of an epoch perpetually suspended in timeless space. The peculiar spectacle of splattered fireworks took one on an uncanny trip, infusing a fine surrealism into our mortal reality—a potent reminder of Villeneuve's applause-worthy interpretation of the surreal that can aptly be termed, peculiarly beautiful.
19/4/2024 @ 18:19 First Iteration