Salvation was nothing but looking at the inevitable from another viewpoint. Still, inevitable it was. For a broken one, who was broken due to the toxic encounters, the final will to live will not cause a survival, but total shattering.
He makes his character bow to destiny, but yet I love it. I love every bit of it.
There are two ways to respond to the limitations of the art of film. The first is to suffer from them, allowing the film to remain trapped within its own boundaries, unable to achieve what it potentially could. The second is to acknowledge those limits and make deliberate, intelligent choices within them.
Schilinski’s decisions were not only good, but optimal. The film, in its entirety, becomes a reminder of how cinema can coexist with existence, and how it can make you question which of the two is the true reality of human beings, particularly in the context of women’s suffering.
No matter how reality exists on its own, for us it’s nothing more than a unique and standalone subjective observation which is basically what we call “perspective”. Each unique perspective holds its own version of reality and meaning, existing only within itself and nowhere else. The infinite collisions of perspectives shape the way we live our lives.
This film doesn’t show a collision, but rather the separation of a single perspective into two new ones. one rooted in the past…
Every new story is retelling of an old history.
What an absolute masterpiece! I still can’t ignore the fact that seeing Dune on screen makes you feel that what you see is a small part of the gigantic world Frank Herbert built. In simple words, what you see is not enough and you will know that. But I absolutely loved it and enjoyed every moment, much has been improved compared to the first part.
