The Big Lebowski is probably a touchy subject to most. To those who have seen it, most go on the side of loving it, or hating it. I’ve seen “cult films” before (Donnie Darko is one of my all time favorite movies), so I wasn’t too concerned I would hate it. Instead, when I watched it, something unexpected happened: I thought it was okay. Yup, didn’t love it, but didn’t hate it either. It just sorta was there.
The plot…well, the plot is a little difficult to explain, so I’ll let IMDB explain:
When “The Dude” Lebowski is mistaken for a millionaire Lebowski, two thugs urinate on his rug to coerce him into paying a debt he knows nothing about. While attempting to gain recompense for the ruined rug from his wealthy counterpart, he accepts a one-time job with high pay-off. He enlists the help of his bowling buddy, Walter, a gun-toting Jewish-convert with anger issues. Deception leads to more trouble, and it soon seems that everyone from porn empire tycoons to nihilists want something from The Dude. Written by J. Lake
It is the Coen Brothers, so there is something special about Lebowski. And there were some laugh out loud moments, including a ferret in a bathtub with Jeff Bridges that I almost spit out my drink. However, some characters (cough..John Goodman…cough), that I just hated. Aren’t I supposed to feel for these guys? After coming off of True Grit and The Hudsucker Proxy, I was hoping for more from Lebowski, but maybe I just don’t understand how The Dude abides.