The Big Lebowski

The other day, I watched "The Big Lebowski." Yes, yes, I know it's an old movie, but back then, I wouldn't have fully appreciated the Coen Brothers. But, now I do, and I find that scary, but there it is.

Jeff Bridges (Lebowski, or as he preferred, "Dude") and John Goodman (professional Vietnam vet, flashbacks and all) are the perfect, though odd, couple. Bridges is mellow and Goodman is over the top.

Dude gets caught up in a situation he can't control, because for some reason, someone steals his favorite living room rug, and he sets out to find it. Don't ask. I still don't know why the rug was stolen, but it's as good a reason as any to explain the case of mistaken identity, which puts Dude on the path of destruction that is the rest of the movie.

The plot is full of twists and turns that I can't begin to describe, one more absurd and hilarious than the last.

I have been described as someone with a mind like an unmade bed, and this is what you might need to enjoy this romp. Also, if you can't tolerate a story where none of the characters seem to be able to utter a complete sentence without the "F" word, probably, you'll want to give this one a pass.








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