“You want a toe? I can get you a toe.”
Our last official film of the summer was The Big Lebowski, Joel and Ethan Coen’s film that spawned the cult of Lebowski. The film is brilliant, but profane. If you’ve seen it, you know both statements to be true. If you haven’t seen it, you should.
The Coen’s often rely on other sources for their stories. O’ Brother Where Art Thou? was Homer’s The Odyssey. I swear Miller’s Crossing was taken from A Hard Fast One by Paul Cain, but I have no proof of that. Lebowski was the Coen brothers take on Raymond Chandler. Having already screened The Big Sleep, the students could wrap their mind around “The Plot” of Lebowski.
Side note for those you have seen the film, I once met Tara Reid. This was back when she still had her marbles and hadn’t gone all Tara Reid on the world. I was hanging out with the sound guy (okay, I was hanging out with a friend who was related to the sound guy and that’s how I was hanging out with the sound guy) on an Altman movie and she came up to have her wireless microphone checked. All I could think to say was “I’m just going to go find a cash machine.” I didn’t, but kind of wish I had. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then you should see the film and you’ll understand.
The movie also features three musicians in small roles. Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers plays a nihilist. Smokey is played by Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Smokey is the bowler who runs a fowl of Walter when his foot crosses the line. And Aimee Mann shows up as a German nihilist.