21st November 2011, and we had temporarily lost our usual author of the Tuesday Review, and founding leader Becca. As such I took it upon myself to attempt to fill the void..
Comrades! The revolution is upon us! Take arms and join your new master. Loyalty will be rewarded!
Well, in Becca’s absence, the new Empire did indeed flourish. But, with Comrade Picton’s imminent return from Sierra Leone and the MNFC Xmas special on December 5th, I suspect the new regime will be crushed before all too long. I thought Emperor Grayson did well, and we’ll see how Darth Love’s review turns out. Sure, we went over to the Dark Side, but only to pick up a few things.
I think to be truthful, that we were all astonished that the predicted dissent into anarchy did not take hold. There were no riots, no graffiti on Matt’s walls, no smashed DVDs. We’ve got a long way to go to match this summer’s events in the news, if we’re to bring the fascist rule to an end! Indeed, no violence, but there was a salt and battery – in the form of London’s finest fish’n’chips (ha! Take that! Pow! Tuesday review’s first punning!).
And, there was urine on the rug….
No, no Becca… no drunken incontinence. And, no, Jess didn’t bring her cats round.
But I am in fact referring to the Grade A choice film by the evening’s host Matt Grayson, in an inspired moment that revealed to us all: The Big Lebowski.
Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I’ll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger ’til it goes ‘click.’
It was a welcome foray back into the realms of MNFC comedy, and nil finer than the Coen brothers. The fascists declared mutual love for this film before it even started, reminding many people of simpler, more stoned times, when we were students. And it’s pleasing to say that we decided that it had not aged at all, and through it’s complexities and subtleties, was able to provide more and more laughs. Even for Matt, who I’m sure had seen it numerous times in the past, what with it being his favourite film and all.
In terms of the story writing structure, it is interesting that Rotten Tomatoes describes it as “Raymond Chandler-esque”; those MNFC members who were paying attention to the previous more inferior Tuesday reviews, would remember that fella as being the co-screenwriter of another Grayson spectacular “Double Indemnity”.
Other than revisiting some classic moments that we’d all forgotten, and introducing Helen to the film for the first time, we also chin stroked about the impact the film had, the skill in writing, dialogue, comedic timing and story telling. What I was unaware of, however, was the massive cultural impact The Big Lebowski has had across the world. Well, America. Well, the internet. I’d like to point you all to the direction of The Church of the Latter Day Dude, and you’ll see what I mean….
In fact, Dudeism has spawned a large following, and is far more than just the white russian drinking game that I had known in the past. For those would-be spiritualist leaders, why not become on of the 100,000 Dudeist priests? Or how about an MNFC trip to Lebowskifest? And how about this Christmas gift, for the Dude who has everything?
And whilst we can chin-stroke all we like, I don’t think we’d ever come close to the numerous dissertations that have been written on this film. Who knew there was so much symbolism! And here’s a good link for Adam to pass around work: Bowling, Gender and Emasculation, Eaves would love it. My art has been commended as being strongly vaginal which bothers some men. The word itself makes some men uncomfortable. Vagina.
And to summarise the torrent of mad philosophy that the internet world seems to have latched onto, is the Dude himself, in this article from The Guardian. Jeffrey. What a man.
So, as I mentioned, the next MNFC is December 5th, and will be at Adam and my house, but will be hosted by the wonderful Helen Payne. Details to follow from the good doctor herself.
And for those interested, I’ve attached the presentation Lucy made to her work colleagues… it makes us look very organised! Did I mention anarchy earlier? Pah!
I guess that’s the way the whole darned human comedy keeps perpetuatin’ it-self, down through the generations, westward the wagons, across the sands o’ time until– aw, look at me, I’m ramblin’ again. Wal, uh hope you folks enjoyed yourselves.
Until the next coup,