Mr. DuLac’s review published on Letterboxd:
He who controls the Spice, controls the universe!
I can't argue that this is a "good movie", but for what it lacks in excitement it makes up for with just being down right fascinating. The constant exposition, the sand worms, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen's herpe infected face, the constant exposition, Sting's weird underwear, what the hell Spice actually does, the constant exposition, Brad Dourif...
I mean it's David Lynch... but "not David Lynch"... if that makes sense.