The Big Lebowski is so shot through with Dude-ism, stoned existentialism and high humor, it’s practically a consciousness altering drug even without the weed scenes - and yeah, there are definitely some of those.įor those fortunate cinemaphiles who have figured out that Steve Buscemi may well be God, yes, he’s in Lebowski, and yes, he’s up to his usual standards.īe advised that watching this movie may instill within you the sudden and irrational desire to put on your very sloppiest clothes and go bowling. To that, my intellectual friend, I respond: “The Dude Abides.”
You may be of a quibbling, analytical bent and are thus thinking, “But I’m not sure Lebowski is really a pot movie at all.” This Coen Brothers classic features the immortal performance of Jeff Bridges as Dude, whose essential Dudeness has become the stuff of stoner legend - in other words, something towards wh Not only is she sexy, beautiful, and talented, but Miss Balk is also a bonafide, real-life cannabis activist, appearing at (and even hosting) benefits for the Marijuana Policy Project and other good organizations. Humboldt County got mixed reviews, but the picture gets major bonus points for casting crazy-eyed smokin’ hot pot hottie Fairuza Balk as “Bogart,” (get it?) the female lead.įor Fairuza, all shortcomings are forgiven. Not unpredictably, a voyage of self-discovery ensues - punctuated, of course, by inter-farmer rivalries, law enforcement raids on the fields, and bountiful Northern California hippie weirdness. A disillusioned and frustrated medical student (played by Jeremy Strong) finds himself stranded in the Emerald Triangle for the summer in a rural community of Northern California pot farmers. How on Earth did they ever manage to get it this wrong? Yes, the main thing it’s good for these days - and hell, for at least the past 40 years - is unintentional comedy. It’s as if the sensationalistic William Randolph Hearst-style “yellow journalism” has been lifted right off the page and brought to life on the screen, where it’s awesomely awful stupidity is only magnified.ĭon’t forget to indulge in a generous helping of “drug-crazed abandon” before you subject yourself to this steaming pile of trash, so you can have your giggles at the hackneyed “youthful marijuana victims.” Some even blame it for the passage, the following year, of the Marihuana Tax Act, the first national anti-cannabis law in the United States. This overwrought, horribly written, atrociously acted cautionary tale from 1936 did a lot of harm in its day.
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