Never will I ever get over that kitchen. Never will I ever get over Cate WERKING that wig.
Why are we lacking in spy movies like this?? This should be a genre all its own.
“…part Mary Hart, part Ingmar Bergman.”
What a fucking performance. What a fucking apartment.
The relevance of this in 2025 is kind of remarkable; in 1978 it must have been groundbreaking. We’re still navigating these exact same dynamics: fucking and looking for love and often confusing the two
A gorgeous, operatic tragedy that leveled me. Hard to recall the last time a movie felt as *exhilarating* as the sequence riding the sand worm. Superlative sound and sets with spectacular nuance. But hands down what grabbed me most was the way Zendaya took command of the last 30 minutes as a desperate nonbeliever seeing a tyrant instead of a savior. The heartbreak was not something I expected to feel quite so visceral.
Bring on Messiah. Villeneuve was put on this earth to tell this story.
Second round still left me feeling floored by the technical spectacle of it all—not to mention just how superlative Brody is. His ache is palpable, his ambition our own.
I still feel confident that this is not a pro-Zionist story, and is in fact a response to the corruption and exploitation of Holocaust narratives by people seeking to justify an insidious intent. I think this is actually laid out really explicitly on my second watch.
But that doesn’t make anything about the second half easier to endure. This is an exceptionally painful movie, but omg it’s beautiful.