Summary

David Lynch's 1984 film adaptation of "Dune" was a strange cinematic revelation for an 11-year-old . I'd read and grasped a fraction of Frank Herbert's novel (primarily because my older brother was wild about it), but when I took my seat in the Showcase Cinema's cavernous 70mm house, where ganja clouds wafted over the projected image, I fell under Lynch's spell. Freddie Francis' cinematography was intoxicating. I'd never seen such an epic.

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