No, not “Vote, Dude,” but vote for the Dude. As in, Lebowski.
Today Gardner announced that over the weekend he watched ‘The
Big Lebowski,’ the Sun newsroom’s clear sentimental favorite for
Bremerton’s Choice in the ongoing Movies on the
Roof series downtown*. He wasn’t overly impressed, but the
conventional wisdom here (and well, everywhere, as evidenced in
Seattle
RIGHT NOW) is that the movie grows on you. So Steve needs to
watch it again, we’ve surmised. And preferably in the company of
many others, and outdoors. So vote
here, and give him the chance on Aug. 7 with all of us
peer-pressuring and laughing at the right parts.
Since that’s a pretty soft push for a guerilla campaign to get
Lebowski elected, please quote the movie ad naseum in the
comments and picque Steve’s curiousity. Lately he’s been very
un-dude.
— David Nelson
*Last Friday was the first movie of the series on the old JC
Penny’s roof, ‘Groundhog Day.’ I didn’t go, because I really,
really don’t like Groundhog Day (other than that clever little
‘Needlenose Ned, Ned the Head’ bit near the beginning, which is
kind of funny and quotable). The movie drove ‘I’ve Got You Babe’
into my head, which I’m sure was the annoying point, and I’ve
always though they took a good premise and crushed it with a
cliched ending. But I always was, and remained despite ‘Groundhog
Day,’ a huge Bill Murray fan. So here’s the point: I was once at a
Chicago Cubs baseball game at a packed Wrigley Field, with a
standing room only ticket. In the 7th inning they have a celebrity
sing ‘Take Me Out to the Ballgame,’ at least that was the tradition
after Harry Carey died. I didn’t know who was singing that night
because I was stuck squatting on a 100-level ramp on the third
baseline, just to get a decent view of the game. It so happens that
the particular ramp was how one got to the press box. So everyone
erupts after ‘Take Me Out to the Ballgame’ ends, but I’m more
concerned about stretching my legs and don’t pay attention. Until a
guy starts weaving down the ramp toward me, rum and Coke in hand
and wearing a Cubs hat cocked to the side. It’s Murray, and I
realize he just finished the song. He looks tanked, but I managed
to get my hand out when he’s a few steps away and say ‘Nice job
Bill.’ It’s just the two of us in the aisle, he switches the
cocktail to his left hand and shakes mine with the right, smiles
and nods and he’s gone. My simple, timely, beautiful and brief
meeting with Bill Murray. So I got that going for me.
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