"... Sometimes, there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man - and the Dude was most certainly that. Quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County, which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide. But sometimes there's a man, sometimes, there's a man. Aw. I lost my train of thought here. But... aw, hell. I've done introduced him enough."
"Hey, careful, man, there's a beverage here!"
One of the funniest and most outlandish parodies of the private eye film sub-genre is also, in a bizarre way, as much an affectionate tribute to and continuation of the tradition as it is a send-up of it.
JEFF "THE DUDE" LEBOWSKI is by no means a private eye, yet this hapless, shaggy-haired, pot-addled slacker gets drawn into a series of events -- and bounces up against a cast of SoCal crazies -- that echoes, step for step, the kind of adventure that Chandler's Marlowe himself might have found himself in.
If Marlowe smoked a lot of dope, drank a lot of White Russions and bowled way more, that is.
It srtarts with a not-so-simple case of mistaken identity, as slacker Jeff Lebowski ("Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not "Mr. Lebowski"... I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing. ") is mistaken for a millionaire with the same name by two legbreakers, who piss on his rug, hoping to inspire the Dude to pay off a debt he knows nothing about.
Figuring he can convince his namesake to pay for his befouled broadloom, The Dude pays him a visit, only to be roped into accepting a potentially luctative one-time job -- delivering the ransom for the millionaire's kidnapped wife. But things don't go smoothly, and soon the Dude and his bowling buddies (including John Goodman as Walter, a converted Jew with a more than a few anger issues) are pitted against kidnappers, erotic performance artists, Neo-Nazis, and porn moguls, among others.
Yeah, the hazy, meandering plot is almost beside the point, but couldn't the same be said of Chandler?
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Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith.
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