His face is a blur, body bobbing up and down at lightning speed, shoulders rising slightly and pulling his muscular torso forward with each hop, willing his body higher. Surely his feet are attached to motorized slinkys. As the credits roll, the “juddering” drum phrase is center stage in Hans Zimmer’s Dune score, layered with a cacophony of otherworldly voices, war horns and repetitive musical motifs. Jonathan is transfixed. All in.
