The Dude Abides

Jeff Bridges as Jeffrey "The Dude" Lebowski, In the Cohen Brothers’ The Big Lebowski.


Forget Citizen Kane, this has been my favorite film of all time ever since it was released in 1998, and consequently I have wanted to do some drawings or caricatures of the central characters for some time. As a friend once said of the movie, Joel and Ethan Cohen seemed to somehow capture “lightning in a bottle” with this film.

Whilst not necessarily their cleverest or most philosophical movie, it’s definitely their funniest, and beloved by their fans, and specific fans of the movie alone. A huge cult following has developed: "Lebowski Fests" across the US and UK, social website clubs and merchandising usually associated with Sci-Fi flicks and mainstream actioneers. Like often with such a phenomenon it’s somehow affirming when think to yourself: “Wow; I’ve loved this all along, perhaps it’s not just me who’s weird about this thing…”

A great cast, brilliant writing, and fantastic performances across the board make this one of the nerd’s most quotable films of all time; along with such movies as This is Spinal Tap, The Blues Brothers and Withnail & I.

On an analytical level the film was a real attempt by the brothers to produce a Raymond Chandler–style crime-thriller, at a burned-out-stoner/hippy pace. Their work is typically layered in so much meaning and reference to other films and filmic tradition.

All of the Cohen Brothers films have a bumbling central male character who is thrown into circumstances beyond his control, a strong central female character (usually a love interest) who is in control and often acts as a catalyst for him to overcome his adversity, and a male patriarchal antagonist, who is more often than not the embodiment or barer of the problem he faces.

The Big Lebowski is also a twisted plotline full of red herrings, bizarre characters who are introduced and fall by the wayside, and double crosses, just like the hard boiled crime fiction of Chandler and Dashiell Hammett who inspired the Cohen’s to write it, only with idleness, White Russian cocktails, pot, bowling and incompetent friends thrown in to muddy the waters.

Oh, and a Toe. And Nihilists. And a marmott. And a Pomeranian. And Persian rugs. And a bag full of underpants...

(Best seen rather than told about…)


I’d sat down to draw The Dude once a couple of years ago, and was distracted. What was left were a couple of eyes, nose, and a mouth in quick pen line sketches staring back at me from my notebook. I discarded it, and knocked this up in a little over an hour, and it makes me proud to say I didn’t sharpen my HB pencil or apply an eraser to it even once!



The Dude Redux





I did a quick version of the drawing with the darks inked, and ran it through autotrace to soften the pencil lines, and narrowed the picture-plain to stretch his face but it seems to lose something.



Hmmn... See what you think.

Joey Ramone


Joey Ramone born May 19, 1951 as Jeffrey Ross Hyman, was a vocalist and songwriter for the punk rock group the Ramones. A chronic sufferer of OCD, he was one of the first artists to join the Artists United Against Apartheid ban of Sun City in 1985.

Joey Ramone died of lymphoma at New York-Presbyterian Hospital on April 15, 2001.
Judy is a punk

Jackie is a punk Judy is a runt
They both went down to Berlin, joined the Ice-capades
And oh, I don’t know why oh, I don’t know why
Perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah
Perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah

Second verse, same as the first Jackie is a punk Judy is a runt
They both went down to Berlin, joined the ice capades
And oh, I don’t know why oh, I don’t know why
Perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah
Perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah

Third verse, different from the first Jackie is a punk Judy is a runt
They both went down to Frisco, joined the Sla
And oh, I don’t know why oh, I don’t know why
Perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah
Perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah perhaps they’ll die, oh yeah


Jim Carrey... Seriously!


I think the first time I saw Jim Carrey perform was on the Wayans Brothers’ sketch comedy show In Living Colour. Whilst it was a breakthrough program in many respects, (a largely African-American cast, good performances, and edgy humour) it’s since proven that the talent and longevity belonged to Carrey and not to the other ‘Star” which came out of the show, Damon Wayans. Whilst he was doing “Homey the Clown”, Carrey was doing uncanny impersonations of well known but truly tough-to-do-stars like Jack Nicholson and William Shatner (as Captain Kirk) which were more than just funny; they were spot-on.

I guess the proof’s in the pudding; which one is floundering in a crappy, formularaic sit-com and which one is an A-List Hollywood power player..?

And don’t start me on the rest of the Wayans; Keenan-Ivory played Steven Segal’s side-kick in a piss-poor action flick, and as for the other brothers; two words: White Chicks. Absolute crap.

It occurred to me that whilst Jim Carrey seems a pretty together guy, and far from the “Sad Clown” which we often see; the depressive person who puts on a face to entertain, he’s someone who has a wealth of theatrical talent and serious acting chops which he really dreams of being recognized for.

A far cry from the white sidekick in the all-black cast or even Ace Ventura.