Big Lebowski, big favourite of mine. One of the few decent stoner movies.
Now this story I'm about to unfold took place back in the early nineties-- just about the time of our conflict with Sad'm and the Eye-rackies. I only mention it 'cause some- times there's a man--I won't say a hee-ro, 'cause what's a hee-ro?--but sometimes there's a man. And I'm talkin' about the Dude here-- sometimes there's a man who, wal, he's the man for his time'n place, he fits right in there--and that's the Dude, in Los Angeles. And even if he's a lazy man, and the Dude was certainly that--quite possibly the laziest in Los Angeles County. ...which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest worldwide--but sometimes there's a man... sometimes there's a man.
2001 is one of my favourite films. Many people call it boring, perhaps because it's one of the few visual experiences where one can use their imagination to fill in the gaps. Although it's a good theory that the long periods of nothingness are there to convey the deep emptiness of outer space, I prefer to see those parts as intermissions in where the viewer can start working things out, or philosophise on the events that preceded.
