Have you ever wondered what The Big Lebowski would have sounded like if it had been performed at The Rose or The Globe? If not, you should have. Then you'd be as popular as Adam Bertocci is. He took the entire movie and reworked it into Two Gentlemen of Lebowski, and it's the greatest thing since Geoffery Chaucer penned Mont Dort-Quasse. I suspect the spring semester will begin in English Departments all over the world with links to Lebowski, and it'll be something freshmen think they alone know about for three or four more.

Unconvinced enough to click on the link? Read just the opening stanzas as intoned by the 16th century's Sam Elliott:

In wayfarer's worlds out west was once a man,
A man I come not to bury, but to praise.
His name was Geoffrey Lebowski called, yet
Not called, excepting by his kin.
That which we call a knave by any other name
Might bowl just as sweet. Lebowski, then,
Did call himself 'the Knave', a name that I,
Your humble chorus, would not self-apply
In homelands mine; but, then, this Knave was one

It gets better and better in the parlance of another time. Read it, and then come to class prepared to discuss. Yes, it will be on the midterm. I won't tolerate any Donnys in my class asking "What happened in Act 2, Professor?"

[Thanks to everyone who sent this to me]
categories Cinematical