Frank Herbert's sci-fi classic can be as dry as Arrakis, but as a whole, the novel is as addictive as the spice. David Lynch's bloated, New Agey mess, on the other hand, features soporific acting, laughably self-serious dialogue, and Sting in a thong: A bad acid trip that just refuses to end. Keith Staskiewicz
Fans hope ''Cloud Atlas'' escapes the fate of these beloved books (''The Great Gatsby,'' ''The Scarlet Letter,'' ''The Da Vinci Code'') that lost the magic in page-to-screen translation