Denis Villeneuve's sandworm sequel isn't just cinema - it's a Rorschach test for our apocalyptic anxieties. As Timothée Chalamet's Paul Atreides transforms from reluctant aristocrat to desert jihadist, the film holds up a fractured mirror to Gen Z's crisis of purpose. Notice how the spice-induced visions mirror our doomscrolling habits? How the Fremen's ecological radicalism echoes Greta Thunberg's school strikes?

This isn't your father's hero's journey. Villeneuve weaponizes IMAX-scale visuals to show power's corruption - the moment Paul rides his first sandworm plays like a terrifying influencer milestone. Zendaya's Chani emerges as the film's moral compass, her disillusionment reflecting modern activists watching movements get co-opted.

The true villain? Viral ideology. Hans Zimmer's score - all shrieking bagpipes and groaning vocals - becomes the sound of collective madness. When Stellan Skarsgård's grotesque Baron Harkonnen bathes in oil, you'll swear you smell crypto-bro excess.

A blockbuster that stares unblinking into our climate crisis/mental health/social media hellscape. Bring oxygen.