[After a brisk nap]

On the other hand, the main character is a teenager who's clearly in his twenties, the score is by TOTO, the desert shots somehow manage to be claustrophobic, it's full of painful voice-overs, the story makes no sense unless you've read the book, the decadent Harkonnens apparently live in all the opulence of a factory warehouse, the ending has been changed to be contrary to everything Frank Herbert intended, Duncan Idaho dies defending a dog (a ******* dog!), and the shield effects are pathetic.

Also, two words: weirding modules.

Whatever your preference is, I guess. You can at least be happy that the film (in both its main cuts) is finally available in a number of good DVD editions, with handsome transfers and a plethora of bonus material. How I wish they'd treat Blade Runner the same way! (The ultimate special edition, with a new, definite cut the way Ridley Scott wanted it, has been put on hold until ... essentially until Jerry Perenchio dies.)