I was in a bit of a state in Amsterdam and rewatched this one for the however manyth time. I kept going all the way through the very last credit and realized there’s a Shawn Colvin cover of Leaving Las Vegas that plays there. It nearly ruined the Lebowski experience for me and has definitely ruined T Bone Burnett forever. Fuck that noise.
An incomplete list of things I yelled in frustration at the screen while watching this
“You’re picking out individual cans and not just dumping everything in your fucking cart?!”
“Why are there never any Eagle Scouts in these things?”
“John Malkovich, playing himself.”
“Did no one hear him say the crazy people are attacking houses? Board up the goddamn windows!”
“I fucking knew it!”
“How do you maintain that kind of muscle tone after five years?”
This is the dictionary definition of a three star movie. Not worth getting excited about, not worth being angry at. There are fun bits, there’s too much explaining (since when did we have to care about those damn dice!), it’s a bit too much telling not showing. But it neatly drops you right into the Star Wars universe and that alone is probably worth the price of a rental.