(Properly speaking, it's only truly dystopic for 13% of the population who are self-censoring Outer Party members https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=23975900 . Proles are free. The Inner Party is meritocratic. Presumably the Outer Party members are those who are both too snobbish to be proles yet insufficiently apt to join the Inner Party, so it is no wonder they —as some do in our present— make up for lack of ability via surplus of ideology. Someday I should try to write a short story in which the recently-promoted Syme is telling his new colleagues amusing anecdotes about this fellow Smith he used to work with: not a bad chap at heart, but frightfully prone to paranoid[1] conspiracy theories.)
As for Brave New World, it's a (utilitarian) utopia, just one that doesn't have any room for English Literature teachers, so of course they'd be against it, wouldn't they?
https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=24098309
We does seem truly dystopic, a precursor of the Paranoia RPG. Compare https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metropolis_(1927_film) . I don't think it directly influenced Brave New World, however, because BNW can be constructed simply by taking the pillars of the pre-WWI world (church, family, wealth, etc.) and imagining a world where either things are reversed (e.g. doing one's duty doesn't mean putting off the pleasant to do the unpleasant. Doing one's duty is consuming pleasantries.) or, even more heretically, completely irrelevant (families, nuclear or otherwise. No need to straighten out who inherits what when money doesn't seem to be an issue.).
Where BNW does agree with pre-WWI mores is in its class system, which is just handled more efficiently, if no less obviously, in the After-Ford future because people colour- rather than costume-code themselves. https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=24222905 (or, if costume doesn't suffice, refer to postal code.)
For clear evidence of technical progress between the eighteenth and twenty-first centuries, we can compare https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Engine with GPT-3.
[1] Blair/Orwell > "I have said that at St Cyprian's we were not allowed to keep our own money. However, it was possible to hold back a shilling or two, and sometimes I used furtively to buy sweets which I kept hidden in the loose ivy on the playing-field wall. One day when I had been sent on an errand I went into a sweet-shop a mile or more from the school and bought some chocolates. As I came out of the shop I saw on the opposite pavement a small sharp-faced man who seemed to be staring very hard at my school cap. Instantly a horrible fear went through me. There could be no doubt as to who the man was. He was a spy placed there by Sambo! I turned away unconcernedly, and then, as though my legs were doing it of their own accord, broke into a clumsy run. But when I got round the next corner I forced myself to walk again, for to run was a sign of guilt, and obviously there would be other spies posted here and there about the town. All that day and the next I waited for the summons to the study, and was surprised when it did not come. It did not seem to me strange that the headmaster of a private school should dispose of an army of informers, and I did not even imagine that would have to pay them. I assumed that any adult, inside the school or outside, would collaborate voluntarily in preventing us from breaking the rules. Sambo was all-powerful; it was natural that his agent should be everywhere. When this episode happened I do not think I can have been less than twelve years old."