I'm a Lebowski, You're a Lebowski

Michael C here. Have you heard that according to LA Weekly the Venice, California bungalow owned by the none other than Big Lebowski's The Dude is on the market and can be yours for the low, low price of 2.3 million dollars? 

Cozy place. Perfect for entertaining ferret-bearing nihilists or special lady friends you are helping conceive. Rug not included, but would really tie the room together.

Right about the moment I was chuckling to myself about the type of person who would make such an important decision based on movie trivia, a voice in my head chimed in to remind me that I am totally that person. It was not unlike asking yourself “Who is that total loser over there?” before realizing you are looking at your reflection. 

Fortunately I’m a New Yorker and can't be tempted by The Dude's iconic pee-stained floors. Still, I know in my heart that if presented with a similar situation I would jump at the opportunity. If the realtor mentioned I might recognize this as, say, Diane Keaton’s apartment in Annie Hall, the place could have exposed wiring shooting sparks onto the living room floor and I would still sign the lease on the spot. Then I would be out on the balcony trying to speak in subtitles before the ink was dry.

 

I put the question to you, the reader:
What movie character's residence would you pony up the dough to live in?