“Listen… closely… to the way… Zimmer farts… amelodically.. into the microphone… to express the… intestinal fortitude… of the… Fremen… and then… how it blends… with the sounds… of cats being… murdered for the House of… Atreides… theme… when Paul assumes… his place… among them.” The film is a series of gorgeous pictures of flatly portrayed characters whose motivations and purposes are assumed to be understood rather than demonstrated. The score sounds like shit, no matter how hard some hipster music major tries to tell us the Emperor’s wearing the finest raiments rather than the disgusting old fatass walking down the road in the nude as our eyes (and ears) tell us.