What is important, and what makes me smile and giggle quietly to myself (in a “giddy schoolgirl” rather than “cannibal psychopath” fashion) is that the director “. . . is intent on hewing close to the source material, Frank Herbert’s classic 1965 sci-fi tome.”
Ah hells yeah.
Of course, the intent and the accomplishment are two very different things. Still, it gives one hope. Hope that Hollywood can then dash in order to feed its insatiable black heart fuelled with the pathos and tears of geeks, but hope nonetheless.