“I’m the Dude. So that’s what you call me. You know, that or, uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you’re not into the whole brevity thing”.

Amidst the massive cloud of seminar papers that has been circulating throughout the student body, a certain Lebowski found his way onto campus. The classic white-russian drinking and robe-wearing Dude entered our lives with the ever-important reminder that “That rug really tied that room together!”. This cleverly titled, Two Gentlemen of Lebowski, production was a sentiment to the many hats that Johnnies wear. Being completely student run, the adaptation was able to capture the essence of the film and echo its humorous qualities in a manner that appeared to be effortless. It was truly an ensemble act with all the actors working together towards the common goal of conveying the Coen Brother’s original. The skillful portrayal of the Dude’s classic nonchalant manner partnered Walter’s disruptive superfluity, while Sir Lebowski’s air of arrogant dominance acted as a foil to his wife’s careless promiscuity, all being topped off with Donald’s innocent confusion which accentuated the extreme absurdities of all the events that took place (Maude’s exotic peculiarities and Brandt’s exuberant nature being just some of them). The production will culminate in a final showing at the Tricklock Theater in Albuquerque (110 Gold Ave SW) this Sunday, the 20th, at 8PM for the general public. It is a joy that this gift of laughter will be allowed to exceed beyond the walls of our Great Hall. For any of ya’ll that are fans of getting your funny bone tickled, it is highly recommended that you make your way there!

And now for the evidence:

All photographs by Grace Wilson and Mike Donaldson.

  • A.J. Peters

    So good. To anyone who didn’t make it, you can read this beautiful play here: http://www.scribd.com/doc/40270058/Two-Gentlemen-of-Lebowski-by-Adam-Bertocci

  • A.J. Peters

    I could quote this all day long:

    “Thou err’st; no man calls me Lebowski. Yet thou art man; neither spirit damned nor wandering shadow, thou art solid flesh, man of woman born. Hear rightly, man!—for thou hast got the wrong man. I am the Knave, man; Knave in nature as in name.”