This review may contain spoilers.
Ian Kemper’s review published on Letterboxd:
So on the one hand you get to have an entire worlds population worship you as their messiah, see all the paths of the future, have Anya Taylor-Joy tell you she loves you, get sweet revenge on the family that murdered your dad and killed your people, become the Emperor of the universe, marry Florence Pugh and presumably inherit her fashion advisor, and get to wipe the annoying smirk from Austin Butler's pale-ass face...
But on the other hand, you can spend your life with Zendaya, riding Sandworms together, and getting high on Spice.
I think the answer is obvious.
And I think dead daddy will understand.