undeniably uneven, but episode 5 is one of the most shattering things i’ve ever seen, and the brothers’ final scene broke me in two. if nothing else, i’m glad this series is exposing a whole new generation (myself included) to the truth and tragedy of this story and starting - or rather, restarting - conversations most sadly weren’t ready or willing to listen to 30 years ago.

it’s time to bring these boys home.

what if i walked into oncoming traffic

struggling to find the words to sum up all the thoughts i have right now and all the things this made me feel so i’ll start with just one: human. remarkably honest, imperfect, angry, and ugly in a deeply human way that art is rarely ever allowed to be. both a reflection of What The World Has Become™ - or maybe always was - and also ourselves, accompanied by a sobering reminder that we have far more in common with each other than that which divides us.

hell is not hot enough for dan schneider and brian peck.

steve martin was so fucking hot

converted mom to the church of taylor swift tonight (against her will)

the third act here is the best horror film of the year. an almost unbearably excruciating escalation of tension over the course of three hours made all the more affecting thanks to the inclusion of real world terrors occurring simultaneously. urgent, unforgettable filmmaking.

the scene where chani is running to paul as the harkonnen ship she just shot down crashes into the sand beside her and the score swells is literally what movies were made for

a cautionary tale for mothers who tell their sons they’re special

i would be so easily manipulated by someone claiming to be a messiah because the scene where paul learns how to ride a sandworm made me believe in god again

i’ve watched this twice in the span of a week to cope with my quarter-life crisis so please just give me some space rn