I’m not saying The Big Lebowski is the best film ever … but I am saying it’s my favourite. Which is all the more reason (for me) to celebrate as the Coen Brothers’ 1998 classic turns 25.
Funnily enough, I can’t remember the first time I saw it, which suggests it didn’t blow me away back then. I recall exactly where I was when I saw 2007’s No Country for Old Men (London on a work trip – during which I interviewed its Oscar-winning psycho Javier Bardem); O Brother, Where Art Thou? (my living room in Aberdeen, Scotland); Fargo (Glasgow, on my sofa); The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (Melbourne, in bed).
