If we subtract from the seventy years that Jeff Bridges has just turned the twenty that the immortal already has (let's be serious: best movie in history?) the big lebowski, the bite of reality that comes to us seems, certainly, shocking: Jeff Bridges he already had fifty sticks behind him by the time he was pumping up on opiates and spilling white russians on other people's cars in the film for which he would always be remembered and, why not say it, for which he himself makes strenuous efforts to be remembered. Typecasting, one of the greatest fears of every actor, does not play in the league of good Jeff Bridges.
With forgiveness of Half Life 3, never had the people demanded with such fervor the confirmation of the sequel to a cultural product As with The Big Lebowski 2. Stop making us suffer. Enough already.
Every fan of the work of the Coen brothers (geniuses who know how to take advantage of even the tables) they will remember this 2019 that is about to perish as the year of the almost Big Lebowski 2. Scoundrels, that's what they are. Postmodern times have this: they make it easy for an instant classic like The Big Lebowski to, two decades later, use the recycling of his iconography to try to sell us a bottle of beer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KSNHGxbt1A
Dressed in the classic brown trench coat, and with a look identical to that of the original Note (rubber shoes included), Jeff Bridges toyed with our most inviolable feelings during the days of uncertainty that preceded the publication of the tweet which confirmed that we were only facing an advertising martingale. Days in which not a few of us believed in hope. In life itself, all of it summed up in the preparation of the most pertinent sequel in the entire history of cinema.
But no. That was just beer. The bottom of the Dylanesque The man in me It was the last straw of this attempt at a sequel that, no matter how many months die, continues to haunt us in moments of inevitable weakness. Also, The Dude (or His Dudeness, or Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing) only drank White Russians. Inadmissible.
I will never forgive you, Jeff Bridges.
What not man. That we are laughing.
Tribute to John Goodman from Note
Moving on to more serious matters, good old Bridges, also the protagonist of the much more discreet one (not for quality but for repercussion) Value of law (also from the Coens), returned to claim the immortality of the Note in a public event held two years ago in tribute to John Goodman. Since there are no longer any Belgian beer brands involved (just the reality of the passage of time whipping you in the temples), the emotional tribute threatens tears with nothing one can do about it.
With an aspect that does not show at all that twenty years have passed since the premiere of The big lebowski, Bridges only has to unsheath the brown cardigan to drive the staff crazy:
Although John Goodman tried to get into the character of Walter, the laughs got the best of him. After asking the time and calling him a "legend", Bridges concluded his remarks with a nod to John Goodman/Walter's own speech at The big lebowski delivered at Donny's funeral («goodnight sweet prince" ("Good night Prince"):
«A star for you, a star because we all love you very much… What time is it? The afternoon? Good afternoon sweet prince », she released her before hugging.
Well that. Happy 70th birthday sweet prince.
PS: unfortunately for fans of the big lebowski, the coen brothers they already pronounced in their day about it, assuring that they will never make a sequel. They don't like sequels. The closest thing will come to us in 2020 with the movie about Jesus starring John Turturro. That he is not mucus of turkey.
But neither did The Big Lebowski 2.