Director: Joel Coen
Genre: Comedy
Genre: Comedy
Key Players: Jeff Bridges, John Goodman, Steve Buscemi in a jar
An airborne Julianne Moore swooshing through a dark corridor, naked I might add, whilst painting a surreal version of womanhood; Lebowski himself getting attacked in the tub by a group of angry german nihilists and their ferret; or one of many absurd pointless discussion on the lanes ("What the fuck are you talking about? The chinaman is not the issue here, Dude. I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you DO NOT... Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please").
There are so many glorious moments in The Big Lebowski, it's hard to pick just one, but Walter's memorial speech at the end, paying tribute to their friend's sudden death at the sunny coast of California is funny as well as heartwarming and emotional. The travesty that is his euology quickly turns into sorrow and regret. You can hear it in his voice and see it in his posture. It's a beutiful moment. They later go bowling.
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