Jeffrey “The Dude” Lebowski, the unemployed, pot-smoking, White Russian-drinking ten-pin bowler, gets caught up in a case of mistaken identity, blackmail, pornography, missing toes and a peed-on rug in the Coen Brothers’ loving and surreal homage to Los Angeles detective noir.
The 1990s were a good time for film-nerds, mostly because of Quentin Tarantino. It was suddenly cool to be the sort of previously socially awkward movie-fetishist who could endlessly quote reams of dialogue. College kids were dressing up as Mr. Blonde on Halloween (admittedly, a fairly easy costume) and asking for a Royale with Cheese at McDonald’s. Instead of ‘Monty Python’ or ‘Blues Brothers’ posters, ‘Reservoir Dogs’ and ‘Pulp Fiction’ images decorated the walls and minds of students.
And if there was one film that has inspired cult-viewing as much as ‘Pulp Fiction’, it was ‘The Big Lebowski’. Fans – or “urban achievers”, in the parlance of our times – dress up as the characters and congregate in bowling alleys for viewing parties (White Russians and Thai stick optional). There’s a store in Manhattan called The Little Lebowski Shop that sells Dude merchandise. There’s a pseudo-Shakesperean version of the script written in Elizabethan English. It inspired a religion, Dudeism. And if we’re talking movie quotes, well, ‘The Big Lebowski’ may be the most eminently quotable film ever made.
Jeff “the Dude” Lebowski (Jeff Bridges) is not a detective by choice. He’d much rather sit in the bathtub, smoke pot and listen to his tapes of whale songs or the soothing sounds of bowling strikes. But as the cowboy narrator (Sam Elliot) tells us, “sometimes there’s a man.” He’d like to tell us more, but he gets lost and confused in the middle of his narration, and that should be your first clue that ‘The Big Lebowski’ is not like any other detective film, but is very much like other Coen Brothers films: it’s more concerned with the byways and back-alleys of the story than with the main plot. Hence the presence of wildly over-the-top John Turturro as Jesus Quintana, the bowler with a fondness for little children and the Gypsy Kings. Hence the Dude’s landlord and his dance quintet. Hence the cruel treatment of poor Steve Buscemi, who was a motormouth in ‘Fargo’, and who barely gets a word in here. Hence … well, practically everything.
There is a plot, of course, and it’s quite convoluted, as all decent noir plots are. It begins with the apparent kidnapping of a trophy wife of a millionaire, the Big Lebowski of the title. Soon the Dude is embroiled with feminist artist Maude Lebowski (“my work has been described as quite vaginal”), nihilist Germans and their marmot, smarmy pornographer Jackie Treehorn, and a real private detective (“I’m a brother shamus.” “Brother Shamus? Like an Irish monk?”).
The Dude is aided, but mostly hindered, by his friend Walter (John Goodman), a Vietnam veteran with serious anger issues. Their pairing is not accidental, of course, for they represent the twin forces of the sixties. In real life a peace-loving, work-shy beatnik like the Dude would probably not be friends with the uptight, reactionary Walter, a man who is as obsessed with his Vietnam experience as much as with his conversion to Judaism (“Three thousand years of beautiful tradition from Moses to Sandy Cofax: you’re goddamned right I’m living in the fuckin’ past!”)
What unites them is bowling, which Walter takes more seriously than anything else in his life (“This isn’t Nam; this is bowling. There are rules!”) The Dude loves bowling too, although we never actually see him bowl. We do see him inside a bowling ball, though, as well as in a dream sequence that’s a tribute to Busby Berkeley musicals.
Bridges has publicly wondered if the Coens didn’t somehow read his mind when they wrote the script. He’s a big, bearded, shambling, stoned, loveable doofus. Who wouldn’t want to be his friend? One of his endearing habits is to pick up someone else’s lines and make them his own (“this aggression will not stand”; “in the parlance of our times”; “sometimes you eat the bar, and sometimes the bar eats you”).
Does any of this mean anything? It’s a Coen Brothers film, so probably not, but it’s an awfully fun tale. If anything, it’s their tribute to the sprawl of Los Angeles, a city steeped in movie folklore. The opening is a memorable image – a tumbleweed moving west across the city to arrive at the Pacific Ocean while a country song plays on the soundtrack and the Cowboy talks about the city (pronounced “Los ANGLE-LEEZ”). It’s probably just as meaningless as the hat that blows through the woods in ‘Miller’s Crossing’, or just as profound as the idea that life, birth and death is how the whole durned human comedy keeps perpetuatin’ itself, down through the generations, westward the wagons … and, hell, I’m rambling again….
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9 Replies to “The Big Lebowski (1998) – The Coen Brothers (Guest post from Niall McArdle)”
Deja Vu! I am sure that I have already commented, but here it comes again. Perhaps I just had a dream that I had already seen this post? Anyway…
I like this film a lot, but more for the performances of Johns Tuturro and Goodman, who both take supporting roles to new levels. I also like the Coen brothers films generally, but for me, ‘Blood Simple’ is by far their best. They often have ‘accent issues’, in their films, like Frances McDormand in Fargo, and some of the cast in the otherwise excellent ‘Miller’s Crossing’. It is no doubt intentional, and designed to convey regional authenticity perhaps; but sometimes, it is just downright irritating!
Good post as always Niall, even though I feel like I am in a time warp!
thanks a lot, pete. i must watch ‘blood simple’ again as i haven’t seen it in years. if you enjoy the reviews, i review more recent dvds and talk about film culture and whatnot at my blog http://ragingfluff.wordpress.com/. cheers. niall
Funny character as portrayed by Jeff Bridges; real life character is the shadow side of Lebowski to the 10th power.
Indeed. Or should I say Indude? 🙂 there’s a nice profile of him here http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/03/06/jeff-dowd-real-big-lebowski-dude_n_2814930.html
Cool blog! I do love this movie, especially John Goodman. He’s also great in “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou” and “Raising Arizona”. I’ll check out your other movie recommendations!
Great post for a great movie!
I was once told I am a bit Maude-like. 🙂
cheers. i have other films reviewed here: http://ragingfluff.wordpress.com/
not a bad thing at all 🙂