Can't count the number of times I've seen The Big Lebowski. First time, though, was in the theater when it was first released. I was seated between two women, both with me. I was on the floor, dissolved with laughter, during several sequences. The women were totally unmoved. And I then understood the crux of the movie. Every male character in it is deluded, each in his own way. The only female in the story was playing them while polishing her toenails by the pool. Therein lies the movie's power and the Coen brothers' brilliance. It's life, man. A strike. The shirt is a different matter.