Bergman’s Dune. Because it isn’t at all like his other projects and was a for-hire job under Dino De Laurentiis. (In Bergman’s case, while exiled from his homeland on odd tax evasion charges.) David Carradine puts it all out on the line in an Eric Roberts-esque manner; hats off to him. The story wants to be an evocative pre-war Berlin tale mixing Carbaret with Kafka but it comes off more like Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS. Not awful, but not too good either. If you didn’t know it was Bergman you’d never guess it.