I'm not sure why I love it, since it is virtually incomprehensible and it's one of those stories where people with unpronounceable names have to keep telling each other the plot along the lines of: "as you know, your second cousin twice removed who lives planet X and who started a war in 3013 has recently died". Maybe the film means more to those who have read the Frank Herbert book.
Despite this, it's one of those films where whole scenes have lingered in my mind. We've grown used to the magic of computer graphics in films, but back in 1984 there was a special thrill in seeing the huge tank containing the floating giant head and tiny body of the Emissary of the Spacing Guild (those who fold space, thus enabling space travel) come rolling in through the great doors of the Emperor's salon.
Some parts are gruesome, which is why these days the film tends to be repeated on the Horror Channel. I usually fast-forward those bits, or go out and make tea. Sadly, it's the gruesome bits I'm reminded of at the moment. Baron Harkonnen (the baddy) has a swollen red face covered in oozing boils and blisters. And that's what I see when I look down at my feet.
I always take such care to cover up when I am gardening through our hot, sunny July and August days, but this last week, in my rush to enjoy the delights of a suddenly-arrived summer, I forgot about my winter- white toes peeping out of my sturdy Merrell sandals. They are now "Baron Harkonnen toes" and even after four days of soaking in aloe vera still very painful.
We have friends coming this evening, so Tod and I have been out early, shopping for treats for supper. While everyone else in the supermarket seemed to be in shorts and flip flops, I wore long black baggy trousers and hid my tender red-raw feet in white socks and bedroom slippers. I hope that people thought I had just come hot-foot (literally) from my judo class, rather than that I'd just rolled out of bed.
The image of Baron Harkonnen is just too ghastly to inflict on the sensibilities of my readers, so here's one of the film poster, with a very young Kyle MacLachlan (the hero) and a sinister Sting (also a baddy) at his shoulder.
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Those toes and tops of feet are sensitive areas. Sorry for your pain. I had to wear a swimsuit on Sunday (lunch with friends with a pool for inter course dips). I found that it revealed just a little more chest than my usual tops - sore or what.
ReplyDeleteOh Lesley - poor you. And of course by the time one realises, it's too late! :(
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