Even having seen the Coen Brothers’ The Big Lebowski three or four times, I really did not like the film too much. I was annoyed by Lebowski’s unconsidered and Hollywoodified Zen posture. I didn’t find the dialogue particularly funny or memorable. I took the recent NYT article Dissertations on His Dudeness as yet another sign that English departments are way past the point of irrelevancy.

A few responses to my MeFi comment and a Netflix Instant View later, I felt a little different about The Big Lebowski.» On Sunday, 27 December, Pam, her uncle Mike Gabrielson, and I were walking around residential Monterey discussing films. Mike mentioned his love of The Big Lebowski, especially the scene when Donny’s ashes are blown back into the Dude’s and Walter’s faces. Now I can say, “me too.”«

the shot

my reaction