One of my favourite subgenres of film is ânormal people doing crime badlyâ. Regular people wanting to be criminals, but not having the skill set to pull it off is a comedy goldmine for me. Many films do this well, but the real masters of the genre are the Coen Brothers. Theyâve tackled this theme often in films such as Raising Arizona, Burn After Reading, and No Country For Old Men.
Their films show the different directions a filmmaker can steer this genre. Raising Arizona follows a couple stealing a baby after struggling with infertility, while Burn After Reading finds Brad Pitt and Frances McDormand haplessly attempting to negotiate with the CIA. The mishaps and misfortunes of them and other characters are the comedic core of these films. In contrast, No Country For Old Men is much darker, with the opposing desires of Llewelyn Moss and Anton Chigurh leading to violence and death.
Two Coen Brothers films that best show this divide, and exemplify the genre, are Fargo, released in 1996, and their 1998 followup, The Big Lebowski. Fargo is a dramatic story about a man destroying his life because of his failings as a criminal, while The Big Lebowski is a lighthearted farce and decidedly more comedic.

Compared to other films by the Coens, The Big Lebowski feels like a breath of fresh air. On a basic level, the film is about the Dude (Jeff Bridges) finding himself in ridiculous situations, but when things go wrong, the problems that arise affect him only marginally. The filmâs ending is bittersweet, but importantly, the Dude emerges unscathed.
Conversely, in Fargo, the inability of nervous and beleaguered car salesman Jerry Lundegaard (William H. Macy) to successfully hire two men to kidnap his wife, in order to get a ransom from her wealthy father, is the action of a sad and desperate man. William H. Macyâs tightly wound performance makes this abundantly clear. He stammers, he smiles only for it to immediately disappear off his face, he sets off the violent chain of events that make up the plot of the film, and his need for things to go right only makes them go wrong. Although heâs an unsympathetic character, you still want things to go better for him. If he was more like the Dude, his mistakes would be welcome and hilarious, not unfortunate.
It can be funny, but itâs also horrific, seeing someoneâs life slowly â or in the case of Fargo, quickly â slip out of control. On the journey with Jerry, youâre privy to all the mistakes he makes, and want to scream at him to smarten up. I might enjoy this genre, but I donât enjoy watching these uncomfortable meditations on fate and free will. It just stresses me out. But in The Big Lebowski, the stress is gone. The twists and turns of the plot, and what the Dude gets himself involved in, is a fun ride. You know heâll be fine, because come on! Itâs the Dude!

Ultimately, The Big Lebowski is a more satisfying film than Fargo because the Dudeâs lack of a personal investment means he canât really be hurt when things go wrong, while Jerry can. Both the Dude and Jerry deal with situations spiralling out of control, but I enjoy The Big Lebowski more because the Dude recovers from it, while Jerry is left to the consequences of his actions.
Whatâs key about The Big Lebowski is that the Dude gets embroiled in the mystery by accident. Heâs an outsider looking in on the drama. He doesnât know whatâs going on, he just wants a new rug after two guys break into his house and pee on it. Heâs concerned over the events that unfold around him, but also isnât all that bothered. He doesnât have skin in the game, and that means he can avoid the usual consequences of participation in crime in Coen Brothers films.
This lack of involvement is an exemplification of the Dudeâs relaxed and pacifist attitude towards life. We live in anxious times â with numerous stresses, problems, and insecurities colouring our existence. In The Big Lebowski, the Dude represents a lighter and more human way of moving through life. I wish I was as zen as the Dude, donât you? Especially if being more like the Dude means you wonât try and fail to be a criminal and end up dead or in jail like the characters of Fargo.

When rival bowler Jesus Quintana tells the Dude heâs going to fuck him up, the Dude leans back and says âyeah, well, you know, thatâs just like, uh, your opinion, manâ. By being terminally relaxed, he is unflappable in the face of anything from trash talk to murder. It guarantees his survival.
In contrast, Jerry is in this situation because of personal involvement. He needs the money, and he feels like he needs to take charge of his own existence for once â partly because he feels emasculated by his wealthier wife and father-in-law. A massive statue of Paul Bunyan, a highly masculine figure, hangs over his head throughout the film. His life is on the line, literally and figuratively. He canât take a step back and look at whatâs going on because of his desperation. Truly, he was destined to fail from the beginning.
Director of photography Roger Deakins expertly uses the camera to signify this desperation. Landscapes are shot incredibly wide, cars only a tiny speck in an empty and soulless grey sky, while Jerry is shot in tight closeups, the camera lingering on his discomfort as he lies and cheats. The cinematography fills the screen with the unease of living, and that makes for a much different film than The Big Lebowski.

Another reason that ensures the Dude will end up fine and that Jerry will end up in jail is the question of money. The Dude has nothing to gain from the situation, except maybe a new rug. It is his bowling partner Walterâs (John Goodman) idea to get involved to make money for themselves. The Dude may not try very hard to stop him, but he doesnât seem too invested in the planâs success. This is a major part of what keeps the Dude alive and well. He will not be harmed by the events of the film, because he doesnât need anything from them. Juxtaposed against the consumerism and glitz of the filmâs setting of Los Angeles at the beginning of the Gulf War, the Dude is a beacon of light against the capitalist tendencies of the city and other characters such as Walter and the nihilists.
One scene that explicitly shows this disparity is when the Dude goes to the house of wealthy pornographer Jackie Treehorn (Ben Gazzara). With long hair, a scruffy beard, wearing a cardigan, and what could easily be pajamas, the Dude sticks out like a sore thumb in Treehornâs expensive-looking home, designed by architect John Lautner. Outside, a topless woman bounces on a trampoline in slow motion. These moments act as a microcosm of American wealth, capitalism, and greed, and are a backdrop for the Dudeâs anti-consumerist lifestyle.
Walter â a Vietnam veteran quick to anger â is the one who takes a more active role in causing events to unfold. But his actions only create more problems for himself and the Dude, as he sinks the two of them further into the mysteries of the film. And in examination of the Rube Goldberg-style machinations of the plot, Walterâs insistence on getting involved leads to the final confrontation with the nihilists that causes Donny, their other bowling partner, to die. It is his greed that causes the death of this innocent bystander.

Walterâs style of involvement is geared more towards immediate action. He rushes headlong into situations when he thinks he can gain something from them, without properly considering the consequences. It is his poor impulse control in the face of greed that sets off several plotlines of the film. Walter is similar to Jerry in how his aspirations lead to violence. In these films, it is desire that leads to failure, and by not desiring too much of anything the Dude can remain as he always has: following along just to see what happens.
Jerry is the opposite. His money struggles convince him that extortion is his only option, setting him on a path to destruction. He is motivated by financial need, but also by greed, which manifests as lying about the sum of the ransom, in order to pull one over on Carl (Steve Buscemi) and Gaear (Peter Stormare), the men he hires for the operation, and keep the surplus for himself.
At the end of the film, Marge Gunderson (Frances McDormand), the cop investigating him, says âthereâs more to life than a little moneyâ, but this is a lesson Jerry doesnât grasp, leading to his downfall. When characters want too much, that is the moment things fall apart for them, and they get hurt.

All the main characters in Fargo epitomize this theme. Carl and Gaear also cause violence through their mistakes and greed. They respond to situations without thinking things through, they cheat, backstab, and argue, and Gaear eventually kills Carl. Their lack of satisfaction with what they have, and what they feel theyâre entitled to, brings about more and more bloodshed. And in the end, no one gets the money.
Marge is a foil to Jerry, Carl, and Gaear. Sheâs happily married, expecting her first child, and content with her place in life. She doesnât understand the greed of other characters and doesnât need a lot of money to be happy. Sheâs who you root for, and sheâs who you want to be. When her husbandâs painting of a mallard is chosen for a three-cent stamp, heâs upset because of the low price of the stamp. But Marge is the one who sees the necessity of a smaller stamp when prices increase. This stamp is a symbol for finding happiness in the little things in life, something Marge can do that others in the film cannot.
Much like the Dude, Marge is living an anti-capitalist life. She focuses on what she wants and what makes her happy instead of following the rat race and always wanting more. Marge knows the danger of greed, but the other characters cannot understand it.

And that is why I prefer The Big Lebowski to Fargo. Fargo is a funny film, but the central plot of Jerry getting in over his head, struggling to make things right but never succeeding is less enjoyable and interesting to me.
There are so many dark and depressing films. They represent the immorality of the real world, but Iâm not a person who goes for a âlife is meaningless and everyone is terribleâ philosophy. From the first shot of Fargo, this philosophy is considered, as the Coens proclaim that âthis is a true storyâ. They frame this story as working within the depravity of real life, but I donât watch films for a reflection of the worst parts of humanity. Why canât we just be happy that weâre alive?
What I want out of cinema is a few goofy people getting up to shenanigans, and in that respect, The Big Lebowski delivers. In Fargo, Jerry, Carl, and Gaear slog away at whatâs expected of them. Much like the snowy, empty landscapes of the film, their lives are bleak and unvaried. In The Big Lebowski, thereâs a sense of the joy of being alive watching the Dude go bowling and live an uninhibited life. He doesnât care about money, he cares about having a good time. Thatâs honourable.

Roger Deakins was also the director of photography for this film, and the magical way he shoots the bowling scenes highlights this joy. The bowlers feel carefully choreographed, creating a slow motion dance out of their movements. Close attention is paid to the small details, from bowling balls rolling on the pinsetter to the spraying of bowling shoes. These scenes, especially the opening credits, are treated with a reverence and care that elevates bowling from a mere sport to a thing of beauty. Like the Dude, the camera finds happiness in the little things in life.
A similarly minor detail that stood out to me watching the film is the Dudeâs fondness for Creedence Clearwater Revival. Their song âBad Moon Risingâ serves as an analogy showing the differences between the Dude and Jerry. Jerry is the lyrics of the song, warning of impending doom and natural disasters. The Dude is the energy of the song, with its upbeat vocals and jangly guitars. He knows that while things may be objectively bad, it doesnât mean you have to feel bad. And you know what? My favourite part of âBad Moon Risingâ is its optimistic sound.
Itâs more fulfilling to watch The Big Lebowski, because I know the Dude will make it out in one piece. Like a Shakespearean tragedy, Fargo just feels like a lost cause from the beginning. Theyâre both great films, but given the choice I would pick The Big Lebowski, where everything going wrong is funny instead of uncomfortable and stressful.

The film has a lot to teach the viewer about how to be a person. The Dude, in the words of the filmâs narrator the Stranger, is âtaking it easy for all us sinnersâ, and his relaxed attitude helps deal with feelings of inadequacy in a capitalist society. He knows that you donât have to be what the world wants you to be. This perspective is useful in finding fulfillment and happiness, so much in fact that the film has inspired the religion of Dudeism, based somewhat on the philosophy of the Dude.
The Dude is an inspirational character. I think we can all learn something from him, especially when dealing with the everyday problems life brings. Thatâs another reason why The Big Lebowski is such a great movie, because it offers a guide for dealing with things going wrong. In Fargo, however, I donât feel any catharsis or enjoyment watching everything fall apart. It just doesnât feel like thereâs any opportunity for Jerry to fix his mistakes. The Big Lebowski is joyful cinema, while Fargo isnât, because at least thereâs hope that everything will be okay.