This film was truly cursed. Released as part of the hype machine before the Dune's release, this book succeeds as an on-the-set-behind-the-scenes report that will appeal to fans. That being said, if this book was supposed to portray the production in a positive light, well maybe Naha should not have received the other half of his fee. A chronicle of disaster, injury and disease, this production has rightly gone down as one of great train wrecks of cinema history. As the book exhibits, the responsibility for this lays with producer Raffaella De Laurentiis and her decision to cut costs by filming the entire production at Churubusco Studios in Mexico City. Though Churubusco was large enough for a film with the scope of Dune, technologically it was years behind Hollywood, and what Dune needed was vanguard technology of the day. Never mind the physical "practicalities" of filming a 100 cast wearing full body black rubber suits in a scorching stretch of desert that was previously used as Mexico City's garbage dump. Far too little, far too late: someone tell Ms. De Laurentiis that California also has deserts. I'm going layoff on critique of David Lynch's directorial vision, but just want to say that even the cast and crew during the production thought his approach to be off the mark. Many of the film's formal characteristics, i.e. the staid camera movement, stilted acting, grainy picture, which were fodder for hostile critics are explained by Naha as matters of necessity. I don't want to give too many details away because it will spoil the fun if the subject matter is pertinent to your interests. For what it is, the book is great. I was happy it didn't pretend to be an academic monograph like another on-the-set-report of one of my favorite films I've reviewed on here. One dirty detail Naha had the good sense to censor was that the Sardaukar uniforms were made from used bodybags from the LA morgue. I wonder what the statute of limitations was before that nugget finally saw the light of day. ( )