Can we just resume enjoying the Big Lebowski the way people used to celebrate somewhat-cultish celluloid? By quoting it casually, using it as a litmus test for friends and watching it late at night?
This guy, along with Volkswagen, is trying really, really hard to ruin the Big Lebowski:
Too many more guys like this and I'll be embarrassed to talk about the dude, Donnie, Walter, the Little Lebowski Urban Achievers or The Jesus out loud ever again.
The Peoria Chiefs (minor league baseball team) has a "Big Lebowski night" this month. What the fuck is that? Are we supposed to bring little Tommy and Timmy to the game, pass them joints and White Russians and then go shopping for bowling balls after the game? Or is Big Lebowski night the game when everyone replaces every other word in their vocab with "fuck?"
On second thought, Big Lebowski night could be agreeable, 'cause when some turtleneck clad dad gives me the stink eye for cursing in front of his 14-year-old daughters who routinely say much, much worse, I'll get to tell him to "Shut the fuck up, Donny. You're out of your element," and then give him a big smile and say "it's Big Lebowski night, man."
But, back to the point. Enough with the embarrassing conventions, the robes and jellies. Stop ruining the Big Lebowski, just stop it. I mean it.