Well, my ex-wife hated The Big Lebowski. My girlfriend likes it. Big improvement in my life, all around.
The next time this happens, we shall turn to her and say:
“Man, will you just - tsk - will you just TAKE IT EASY? … Man?”
Man, I LOVE The Big Lebowski. Like pugluvr, I was raised in Southern California (and still live there), known quite a few Dude-like guys, and dated a couple of them, too. It also helps that I do have a long-standing crush on Julienne Moore, too.
Well, that’s just, like, their opinion man. This lady LOVES The Big Lebowski. It did take a few viewings (that seems very common with Coen films) but now it’s way up there. O Brother is my favorite Coen, but I love them all.
“Nice marmot.”
I liked the movie, but I hated almost every character in the movie. The only positive thing I can say about the Dude is that he introduced me to White Russians.
My friend’s theory on The Big Lebowski: “Guys love it because they secretly want to be The Dude. Women hate it because they secretly fear that they’ll end up dating The Dude.”
My theory on the movie is that anyone who likes the Coen Bros. but doesn’t like it, just hasn’t seen it enough times. I was very lukewarm about it the first time I saw it, but the more I see, the more genius it gets. Even just the bit where The Dude tries to find what Jackie Treehorn had been writing on his notepad – pure comedy gold.
“I’ll assume you know what happens next.” “He fixes the cable?”
I agree with SolGrundy, as funny as the guy is to watch for most people, imagine if you or someone you know had dated a real life Lebowski.
Yeah? Well, that’s just like, your opinion, man.
I’m male and think The Big Lebowski is a huge steaming pile of shite.
A bunch of losers, who deserve to be losers, have a lot of loser things happen to them, and they react like the losers they are… and then Steve Buscemi dies for no reason.
They learn nothing, their life continues like none of it even happened, and they remain losers.
And it is not funny.
How DARE you?! I did not watch my buddies die face down in the mud so that this strumpet – this fucking whore…
Hey, hey, this is a private residence man.
C’mon Guanolad, you’re being very Un-Dude…
I’m the exact opposite. Loved it the first time, but with each viewing I like it less. I still think that it has some good scenes, but in general I can no longer force myself to watch the whole thing.
I just saw Intolerable Cruelty last night, and thought it was funny as hell. Incidentally, I knew nothing about the movie in advance, and wasn’t even thinking of the title when I picked it out of the rental stack–two hours after getting the e-mail that Mrs. Biffy has filed divorce papers.
This has GOT to be it. That’s brilliant. That’s absolutely fucking brilliant.
See, the wife has a little history…and so do her friends. I’m not calling them damaged goods or anything, but they all seem to have gone out with somebody at some point who they loved to death on one level, but were repulsed by on another level, because these men were ultimately destined to go nowhere. For my wife, this is still a subject of guilt and pain, ‘cause she knows she broke the guy’s heart leaving him. He was an opera singer who moved somewhat carelessly from odd job to odd job between gigs and had to crash on occasion in his mother’s basement when he couldn’t make ends meet. This never bothered him as he was pretty easy-going with money, and lived life figuring he’d always land on his feet somehow. Now, this guy’s personality was certainly not The Dude (rather than SoCal burnout, he was more of a big-eatin’ Italian goodfella with a warm heart, an open wallet, and the mentality of a 14-year-old except when it came to music, the thing that brought them together). She waited, hoping he’d sort of snap out of his transitory starving artist phase and buckle down into some sort of regular career with, you know, some aspiration to something, but he never did. So that was that.
I’ve got it!
They don’t hate The Dude just because he’s The Dude, they hate him 'cause he makes them feel bitter and, worse, guilty!
Heh heh heh…I’m onto 'em now.
Hey, careful, I have a beverage here.
Terrible review. Having to deal with a kidnapping case, millions of dollars, and dismembered toes certainly does NOT constitute “loser things happening to them”.
Or if they do, I wonder what your life is like. Who are you, James Bond?
I admit that as I didn’t like it, I can barely remember it, and am certainly not subjecting myself to it again. But they get thrust into this situation through mistaken identity, then stand around looking stupid and clueless, managing to make things worse for themselves, and in the end learned absolutely nothing.
The kind of people that they portrayed are exactly the kinds of people I have encountered way too often in my life, and I find each and every one of such kinds of people completely repellent to be anywhere near.
This is bush league psych-out shit!!!
I laugh!!!
HA!!!