Still a frustrating omission for the most part is the minuscule screen time given to the all-important Spacing Guild and its mutated navigators who fold
space-time to allow for interstellar travel and commerce by utilizing Dune's greatest asset to move across galaxies instantly. Remember, they were the culprits who teamed up with the Emperor to order the assassination of Paul Atreides in the first place!
But the oddest directorial choice of all is the sneeze-and-you'll-miss-it moment of Paul's unborn telepathic sister Alia (Anya-Taylor Joy), seen as an adult in a cryptic future vision near an ocean. Alia's unfolding story continues in the novels "Dune: Messiah," "Children of Dune," "Hunters of Dune" and "Sandworms of Dune," and here it's simply a minor throwaway scene issuing a vague warning.
Say what you will about
David Lynch's ill-fated '80s-era "Dune," the maverick director recognized the inherent weirdness in Herbert's dense work and was not afraid to dig his creative spurs into its literary flanks and add some cool psychedelic theatricality and Grand Guignol flair, an approach Villeneuve obviously shares no affinity for.
Regardless of its glacial pacing and depressing portrayal of a planet in crisis, Villeneuve has made a valiant attempt to penetrate the intricacies of the iconic 1965 novel's eco-politics, convoluted mythology and mysticism, but in the end has only reinforced the notion of its notoriously opaque nature with a cold, distanced effort, but perhaps that's just enough to quench our everlasting "Dune" thirst.