On the third viewing, my focus shifted. Absent curiosity driving my interest in the plot or the big theater screen elevating the action, I focused on the quiet moments instead. That first hour especially, with the love theme blasting, the sand dunes shimmering, and the romance between Chani and Paul blossoming. I found myself saddened as the story pushed relentlessly forward, leaving the quiet behind and entering the darker, louder second act. And I yearned for those quiet moments in the desert again. Indeed, Arrakis is so beautiful when the sun is low.
Just masterful filmmaking that will without doubt stand the test of time.