A recent - or at least recent-ish - viewing of the documentary Jodorowsky's Dune, which chronicles the legendary failed attempt by madman/poet Alejandro Jodorowsky to direct a lavish production of Frank Herbert's novel, has us thinking about the appeal of projects that never came to be, as well as ones which did get made, but in a form which differed vastly from their original conception. In addition to Dune, we talk about an immortal Russell Crowe, a utopian New York and raptors that are packing heat.