Denny, given the name Shai-Hulud by the Fremen in acknowledgment of the BDE coursing through every frame of his film, closes his eyes and dreams of a pasty nobody in Ottawa, who again whines about not feeling anything, and the shields looking dumb. This is but one path, though, with Denny ultimately charting another, straight through that pasty nobody's heart and mind, which shatter when love is strategically abandoned and explode at the sight of shieldless desert action on a scale not seen since Fury Road, respectively.

Lead us to paradise, indeed. Dune: Part 2 is a gd masterpiece.

This fucking guy made the undersides of big man titties touching a knife tray art. He even tried to out-Lynch Lynch, film-adaptation Dune's false prophet (I haven't seen that one yet, but there's no way it's better than this) with Giedi Prime's black-and-white industrial skyline, reminiscent of the Phillip Jeffries machine. And for real, Denny's screaming at Miller to witness him then doing a line of spice off a crysknife with these action scenes, right? They're nothing short of spectacular, interweaving intricate hand-to-hand takedown combat and Mortal Engines-looking shit exploding in single fluid set-pieces.

Speaking of takedowns, gotta mention Herb taking down your typical Chosen One narrative (I assume that was a part of the book), with Denny and Co. then evoking Obi-Wan's classic lamentation on the subject by styling Timmy exactly like Revenge of the Sith Christensen.

But wait, there's more! Specifically Zendaya, Ferguson, Pugh, Seydoux, and [REDACTED] (didn't know they were in this!), who feature to varying degrees, but all leave indelible impressions, and rock the shit out of those bad-ass Jacqueline West costumes; never shouted out a costume designer before but she deserves it, having presumably facilitated the aforementioned art that is the undersides of big man titties touching a knife tray via a very cropped top. I don't know. The Harkonnens seem sorta fun in a kinky way. That or The Matrix has me habituated to taking my epic Chosen One movies with a few splashes of BDSM.

Anywho, I kiss your feet, Denny, Shai-Hulud, and will be found prostrated outside the Cineplex when you bless us with Part 3.