| Alejandro Jodorowsky's 
        'Dune: An exhibition of a film of a book that never was
 Plymouth Arts Centre 2 April – 16 May 2010
 
 
   
 
  Dune is a weighty Science Fiction novel written by Frank Herbert 
        and published in 1965. The cover blurb by Arthur C. Clarke says its “unique 
        among SF novels. I know nothing comparable to it except The Lord of the
     
        Rings”.
 There have been several attempts made to film the book, and the rights 
        to it have passed through several hands. It has  been the subject of a TV mini-series, 
        and  a new cinema version is currently being planned, to be directed by 
        action specialist Pierre Morel.
 1984 saw David Lynch's version of the book. Lynch's Dune was 
        not well-received by critics and performed poorly at the American box 
        office. Lynch distanced himself from the project, stating that 
        pressure from both producers and financiers restrained his artistic 
        control and denied him final cut
        
        privilege.
 In some versions of the film Lynch's name is replaced in 
        the credits with the name of a fictional director
        
        Alan Smithee: a pseudonym used by directors who wish to be 
        disassociated from films they have worked on. In fact, like a lot of bad 
        sci-fi, David Lynch’s Dune retains a fairly large cult following.
 Before Lynch, in 1976, Alejandro Jodorowsky was given the job of directing the film. He 
        gathered around him a group of collaborators including the Swiss 
        artist HR Giger, who later designed the movie Alien, the French graphic 
        novel artist Moebius, and English sci-fi artist Chris Foss. Pink Floyd were 
        to provide the soundtrack and the proposed cast was to feature Orson 
        Welles, Mick Jagger, David Carradine and Salvador Dali. Dali was to play 
        the Emperor of the Universe who ruled from a golden toilet-cum-throne in 
        the shape of two intertwined dophins, their mouths designed to receive, 
        respectively, urine and excrement: “Dali considers
        it very bad taste to mix piss and shit”.
 But Jodorowsky never got the finance and the project was abandoned. All 
        that survives are the director's notes and production drawings by Giger, 
        Moebius and Foss.
 
  Jodorowksy has written about his adventures in film-making as a process 
        of spiritual discovery and has said film-making should be a way of 
        losing money, not making it. “Contemporary art” tends to be all about 
        about
        price tags and status, so I was interested to see the interpretation of 
        this material by the contemporary artists in this touring show. I hoped for something 
        over-the-top and mystically bonkers. 
 In the downstairs room there’s a chrome head with raffia hair and 
        bulging eyeballs. This is a Steven Claydon piece. The chromed metal 
        looks like it may have once been a colander and yes, it could easily be 
        a portrait of the young Jodorowsky strung out on amphetamine...
 
 On the opposite wall is a portrait print also by Claydon. It’s not 
        Jodorowsky. Perhaps this is a portrait of Frank Herbert? I look at the 
        label and find it’s a portrait of Somerset Maugham. I wonder what  Somerset 
        Maugham has got to do with  the film that never was? Tom Morton's 
        notes say it may “be read as a stand-in for the Emperor Shadam IV (Maugham’s 
        stately pleasure dome Villa Mauresque recalls the Emperor’s golden 
        planet)”. So, it’s not Emperor Shadam IV, it’s not the Emperor’s golden 
        planet, it’s a portrait of an author who once wrote a book with a scene 
        in it that was similar to a scene in Dune. So this is the Portrait
        of the Author of a Book That Contains a Scene In It That is Similar to a 
        Scene in The Book...
 
 
  Vidya
        Gastaldon's paintings are small, pleasant watercolours with pieces of 
        Herbert's text written on them. They're a bit like William Blake's in 
        style, only William Blake put a bit more effort in. Blake would have 
        also used his own secret method of printing and his own text, whereas 
        Gastaldon 'has used Herbert's novel as an i-Ching-like 
        instrument of divination, flicking through the pages at random and then 
        making an image based on the first line her eyes alight on'. So she hasn't actually read  Dune,  she's just skimmed though it a 
        bit? I love the way  contemporary artists cut corners! 
 Upstairs there are materials actually related to Jodorowsky's Dune 
        project: a set of nice big illustrations by both Giger and Foss and 
        loads of magazine clippings about the  project.
 
 On the top floor, in the exhibition space, there's Day Jackson's piece. 
        His human skull morphing into platonic solids seems to be in a 
        Jodorowsky groove, and there's a load of science fiction comics on loan 
        from a local shop, and some reading matter on the subject of science 
        fiction illustration.
 
 
  Curator Tom Morton writes that the remains of Jodorowksy's Dune project: 
        “reveal a potential future for sci-fi movie making that eschewed the 
        conservative, technology-based approach of American filmmakers in favour 
        of something closer to a metaphysical fever-dream...In 1977, George 
        Lucas' Star Wars was released and the history of sci-fi filmmaking and 
        even mainstream cinema, would never be the same again” 
 I'm not so sure that the sci-fi movie genre and mainstream cinema has 
        become so much technology-based as  effects-based in its approach, and 
        that beneath this layer of sensationalism its underlying ethos is to re-inforce 
        the fears and insecurities that drive the modern hyper-capitalist 
        economies.
        There seems instead in Jodorowsky's sacrificial film-making an attempt 
        to blow apart those insecurities and enter into something akin to 
        personal freedom and autonomy, using film as an uninhibited process of 
        spiritual discovery, rather than a means to make money for corporations.
 
 But then the guy is so obviously barmy that it's hard to tell.
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