I've been using the holiday to catch up with some of my older favorite movies. The Big Lebowski was first to be re-watched last week and it's still one of my all-time favorites. As Renee well put it when she forwarded me this link, journalism about Big Lebowski has become "a bit too precious reporting on the too preciousness of it all."
When putting the book together, Mr. Comentale said, he and his co-editor “immediately cut out all the papers celebrating the Dude as a hippie hero in a postmodern landscape.” That’s a sober choice. Admirers of the Dude are already dangerously close to becoming Internet-age versions of Parrotheads, the weekend-warrior Jimmy Buffett fans who tip back margaritas — and embarrass their children — while wearing flip-flops, board shorts, Hawaiian shirts and coconut bras.
“Trying to impress your academic colleagues and also make a dent in the popular market, that’s a fine line to walk,” Mr. Comentale added. “We wanted these essays to press the connection between the goofy and the profound.”
via www.nytimes.com via Renee
(On a separate note, I'd forgotten just how close to perfect Royal Tenenbaums is... but that's another story.)
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