Me and the SZQ do pretty well at meeting in the middle on a lot of stuff... pop culture is not always one of those things. I suspect we’ll never agree on The White Stripes (who I came around to loving a few years ago, after suggesting in print they were the Emperor’s New Clothes). Science Fiction film is a little less divisive, and Family Guy even a little less so. And then there’s the matter of The Coen Brothers. We watched Fargo while we were dating and (dare I say) she was repulsed. She all but swore off the Coen Brothers. I thought sure that months later, I picked The Big Lebowski. the perfect “masterful farce,” for our movie night thinking it would change her opinion of the Coens. It did. Odds are O Brother Where Art Thou? and No Country For Old Men will only screen here when I’m on my own for the evening.
As for Lebowski, it’s one of my Top 10 all-time favorite films. In it, a pot-smoking, White Russian-swilling bowler who goes by “The Dude” finds himself in the middle of a Chandler-esque circus – a resplendent script where kidnapping, mistaken identity, misappropriation of funds and double-crossers abound. It’s a cult classic; clarity becomes The Dude, brilliantly played by Jeff Bridges, a favorite actor of mine. As a Pacifist, his dealings with “nihilists, pornographers, feminist artists and aquatic marmots," all while trying to make his bowling league’s finals through acid flashbacks, are simply hilarious... incredibly crass (the word f*** is used 281 times in the movie, though not so in a Tarantino way) and... in the end... one of my favorite larks in all of cinema. As for SZQ? Remind me to tell you how P.T. Anderson's three-hour epic Magnolia went over someday.
I'll leave it at this: There Will Be Blood, indeed.