My love letter to dune part two
There are about 1 million different ways I could begin this essay, and all of them would feel artificial. There are about 1 million things within this film I could list and trust me, I will try but art is a process. Or, as Cillian Murphy would put it, "It’s not the duty of art to give the answers, just to ask the questions." It would feel completely inappropriate to undersell this cinematic…
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I think it’s fascinating how there are a million way to interpret this film but after some research of my own and going through all the details I feel like I’ve grasped finally my interpretation of the overall meaning of this film. For me the main idea that this entire movie is trying to capture is the Never-Ending and relentless struggle between mankind for dominance through the power of knowledge. Knowing what other people don’t know or need to know…
Look, snitches and rats ain’t cut from the same cloth, and I’m gonna lay it out plain so you catch the distinction sharp. A snitch? That’s someone poking their nose where it don’t belong, digging up dirt on others not out of principle, mind you, but to peddle it. They’re scavengers, trading whispers for a payout, be it cold cash or some favor to grease their way. A rat, though? That’s a different beast. A rat’s a turncoat, a schemer…
I won’t presume to assign a numerical value or critical score to this work, as I hold a deep appreciation for any cinematic endeavor that seeks to portray the life of Christ. To me, placing a rating on a film about our Savior feels like an irreverent exercise diminishing the profound reverence due to His story and the earnest efforts of those who attempt to capture it on screen.
This film hits different. It’s not your typical Jesus movie it’s…
