A botched card game in London triggers four friends, thugs, weed-growers, hard gangsters, loan sharks and debt collectors to collide with each other in a series of unexpected events, all for the sake of weed, cash and two antique shotguns.
A family heads to an isolated hotel for the winter where an evil spiritual presence influences the father into violence, while his psychic son sees horrific forebodings from the past and of the future.
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
The Dude calls The Big Lebowski a "human paraquat." Paraquat is an herbicide. During the late 1970s, a controversial program sponsored by the US government sprayed paraquat on marijuana fields in Mexico. See more »
When the Dude is at the Malibu police office, the position of the cup of coffee of the officer changes during different shots. When the Dude falls on his desk, he puts his cup of coffee on the white paper on his desk. In the next shot the cup is on the edge of the white paper. Next shot it moves a little bit towards the officer. And then on the next shot it is again on the edge of the white paper. See more »
Way out west there was this fella... fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of Jeff Lebowski. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. Mr. Lebowski, he called himself "The Dude". Now, "Dude" - that's a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the Dude that didn't make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise. But then again, maybe that's why I ...
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No movie has entertained me more in the last year than
film. It's delightfully written, directed with poise and
acted with extravagance and excellence.
I do admit that this is a film that I had to see
six times to get. Every time I watch it I learn something
The genius of the film lies within a game I think the Coen brothers play
with their audiences. There are the touches
of the masters in many of their films. In "The Hudsucker
Proxy," it was Preston Sturges and Frank Capra. In "Raising
Arizona," I felt a touch of Sam Fuller. In this film, I
many touches of greatness, but more specifically I felt
John Sayles or even John Cassevettes in spots. The camera
was manipulated beautifully and I felt a tinge of their
talents lurking in at many a turn.
The performances are astounding, especially Goodman
as the deranged bowler still living deep within the jungles
of the Vietcong. Huddleston is also quite wonderful
as the title character. Turturro gives a fine cameo
as "Jesus," coupled with a rousing and humurous version
of the Eagles, "Hotel California," done in Espanol.
I hope this is a film that is looked at with more
seriousness. It is, once you dig deep, a fine piece of
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