Every time I watch The Big Lebowski I ask myself how Joel and Ethan Coen actually made such a creative, brilliant, funny and memorable film. And don’t even say I’m overrating it.
That said, this film is difficult to write about at this stage in its aging process. Too much has been said about this Coen masterpiece that attempting to add anything more to the discussion – at least from my feeble mind – would be futile.
Instead, I want to talk about The Dude inside us all.
The Dude is what we should want to be. No, you don’t have to start smoking pot, dressing in rags or pick up bowling. Just take note of The Stranger’s (Sam Elliot) final lines:
“The Dude abides. I don’t know about you but I take comfort in that. It’s good knowin’ he’s out there. The Dude. Takin’ ‘er easy for all us sinners.”
Ah. The Dude. Taking each day easy – until he gets mixed up in a neo-noir story for the ages – for those out there moving much too fast to smell the roses and appreciate the simple things. The Dude, man. We all have a little bit of him hidden inside our minds and our hearts. Secretly (or not so secretly), we desire for some part of what he is. It might be the laid-back attitude, the not-giving-many-shits mantra or his license on life that lets him live free without a need to vanity. Whatever it, we all want a piece of The Dude with us.
At least that’s how I would love to live my life.
What do you do for recreation, Dude? “I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.” Oh, no kidding?
Thank you Jeff Bridges, thank you Coen Brothers. Thank you so much for making The Dude inside us all exist in a true, human embodiment. It’s the inspiration we need on a regular basis, the sudden reminder that there’s more to this whole wretched affair than the daily grind. The realization that we need that something more to stay sane.
The Dude doesn’t abide to nihilists, fascists, pederasts and a brother shamus who wouldn’t leave his fucking lady friend alone. And why should he? We shouldn’t abide to nihilists, fascists, pederasts and the brother shamus who won’t leave our fucking lady friends alone.
The Dude does abide to a nice White Russians, Creedence Clearwater Revival and rugs that tie rooms together. And why shouldn’t he? We should all abide to White Russians, some Creedence and rugs that tie our rooms together.
Sorry, I got bored and lost track, I’ll stop writing in shitty reference the film mode and return to something more typical.
The Big Lebowski is the best-written comedy of the last few decades. That doesn’t really mean a damn thing, but I just wanted to say how fucking good the screenplay is. The characters, the situations, the references. Quotes like “How ya gonna keep ’em down on the farm once they’ve seen Karl Hungus?” It’s magical.
If you haven’t seen this film yet, you’re probably being very un-Dude at this very moment. Do yourself a favor, seek out this choice film and get a little Dude in you. Maybe a lot of Dude. That’s up to you.