The dude abides. That is the basic theological backbone of the church of the dude, the teachings of dudeism. (http://dudeism.com/) just to avoid accusations of conflict of interest I have to declare I am an ordained dudeist priest. Got the certificate to prove it and all.
When people build a religion around your movie, then you know you have hit cult status. Is it a coincidence lebowski looked like jesus with sunglasses? Maybe. Is it important? Well, take it easy man, there are recent things that have come to light. Oh, and they don’t roll on shabos. See? It's a religion, not a movie.
Now, normally I don’t like religions, and I am against all these organizations and symbols and crap, but what can I tell you, that rug DID tie the room together.
What do you do for recreation? Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around.
The occasional acid flashback."
We are talking about unchecked aggression here, dude, the chinaman is not the issue here, donny you are out of your element! And I can go on and on and on. No matter how much I scramble the script it will still make more less than the original dialogues.
And what dialogues they were. With all due respect for tarantino, no honeybunny scene can come even close to the trio of bridges , goodman and buscema being out of his element. It is more than genial. It is divine comedy. Absolute blabbering bliss. Nonsense that would make Lewis Caroll blush, that would make Shakespeare smile. Well, It is after all the holy testament of dudeism.
The big lebowski has everything you could ask for. It has cool people, it has crazy people, it has rich people, it has pornographers and artists, mobsters and credence, rugs and ferrets, Kenny rogers and bowling, it has guns, it has swords and it has green nailpolish, it makes you laugh, it makes you cry. ok, maybe not cry, but definitely cough. And it is the perfect way to pass an evening of white Russians and…ok, white Russians.
[holding up a bowling ball] What the fuck is this?
The Dude: Obviously you're not a golfer. "
If you haven’t seen it, most of what I said probably doesn’t make too much sense to you, and you should stop everything and go see it now. Mix yourself a white Russian first. If you have seen it and loved it, brother dude, you are probably nodding and smiling reading this. (Actually, If you have seen it and loved it, you probably lost your train of thought after the first paragraph and are now walking around the apartment looking for a lighter, but let's not be petty)
Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here! "
Yes, it is a stoner movie. But it is the smartest stoner movie around, and the deepest movie of his decade. Well, the deepest strange comedy movie at least. But it is deep, and the reason there is this dudeism movement, fictitious as it may be, is that it did have some basic truths about life, about people, about bowling. Strikes and gutters . strikes and gutters.
This is a very complicated case, Maude. You know, a lotta ins, a lotta outs, a lotta what-have-yous. And, uh, a lotta strands to keep in my head, man. Lotta strands in old Duder's head.
Fortunately, I'm adhering to a pretty strict, uh, drug regimen to keep my mind, you know, uh, limber. "
And it really wouldn’t work without the santisima Trinidad, the terrible three, the dude, the Goodman and the holy Busceme. They complete each other, they are one. Definitely one of Goodman's best roles in his career, and Busceme? You just have to add a little Busceme to a movie and immediately the weirdo-meter needle jumps to the red …
I dropped off the money exactly as per... look, man, I've got certain information, all right? Certain things have come to light. And, you know, has it ever occurred to you, that, instead of, uh, you know, running around, uh, uh, blaming me, you know, given the nature of all this new shit, you know, I-I-I-I... this could be a-a-a-a lot more, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, complex, I mean, it's not just, it might not be just such a simple... uh, you know?"
When I was younger and more inlined to partake in white russians and the rest, we used to do regular Lebowsky evenings onces a month or so. And that was before the dudeism church even existed. The cult grew wherever people reminisced about their old credence tapes, where people missed a different attitude, were longing for a slower pace of life, a longer style of hair, a carpet. Something that would tie the room together.