What can I say? This movie is a prime cut, ladies and gents. A prime cut.

You wanna know the story about this movie? I went to art school. I didn’t even last the first year. Complete waste of my time. It’s cost me at least three grand in loans.

This is what came out of it. A tutor on the course showed us this movie. It blew me away. I dropped out, started reading Nietzsche, and I tracked down the video tape. Beautiful. I’ve watched it so many times I’ve lost count. This has to be my favourite movie.

This movie is just human. You know how it is, ladies and gents. The world pisses you off, and you’re tired of our corrupt politicians and their cowboy swaggering. So you watch Lebowski, and you’ve got a real, moral America. You’ve got an America where people go bowling and try to steal money from rich guys and list their interests as “I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.”

You get chucked in to the back of a limosine to see your scary patron, and your only response is “Hey, careful, man, there’s a beverage here!”

All those sixties guys all grew up, bought themselves sensible ties and read marketing books. They hold to all their New Age dippiness but otherwise have their assholes closed right up. We need to live like the Dude, and chill the hell out, man. And say fuck a lot more. Smoke a little pot, lie back, drift off and dream of bowling. That’s the solution, man.

Did this movie help me quit art school? To be honest, Brandt, I can’t really remember. But in retrospect, if it did: thanks, Dude. My life’s only got better since.