The Dude Abides (Falsani, 2009)

The Dude Abides by Catherine Falsani
The Dude Abides by Cathleen Falsani

In 1984, a violent little homage to film noir heralded the arrival of filmmaking brothers, Joel and Ethan Coen. Blood Simple was personally significant to me because, at 19, I was between colleges and jobs, and for the first time seriously exploring my Catholic faith. The Coens’ film cooked up a little scheme in my brain that I could design a joint course of study to combine film studies and theology.

Who knew a couple of Jews from Minnesota could so potently illustrate to a Catholic kid the link between religion and the movies? And not in the secular, Woody Allen-esque vision of the cinema as church surrogate, a place of awe and reverence. The imagery and storyline of Blood Simple – its title alone apparently evoking a succinct explanation of Christian theology –awakened the idea in me that film could be a powerful medium for exploring religious themes in a nontraditional way.

It was the knife they drove through M. Emmett Walsh’s hand that did it.

That gruesome act of violence at the climax of Blood Simple surely conveyed obvious symbolism linking the crucifixion of Christ to the atrocities committed in the Coens’ sin-filled landscape. True, Marty Visser, the psychotic avenger played by Walsh, was hardly a Christ figure. But perhaps the blood of Visser would redeem his killer, an adulterous wife played by Frances McDormand?

I was overreaching, for sure. I never did attend film school or seminary, or design my own college major combining my two primary interests. And 25 years later, I’m not convinced Blood Simple is any more spiritually significant than any other noir-ish thriller that visits biblically proportioned consequences on the black hearts of its protagonists.

But God bless Cathleen Falsani for trying to convince me it is. Not only is Falsani confident that Blood Simple “is a meditation on free will” – illustrating theologian Frederick Buechner’s observation that “all moments are key moments” – she also finds spiritual undertones in every single film in the “Coeniverse,” as she dubs their filmography. Even Intolerable Cruelty! Even the intolerably cruel Burn After Reading! Even the one film by the Coens I have purposely avoided, The Ladykillers!

Falsani’s new book is called The Dude Abides: The Gospel According to the Coen Brothers. It gets my vote for the sharpest, coolest book title of the year, even if it’s a bit misleading, and even though she ultimately fails to persuade that the brothers’ films are inherently spiritual. Published by Zondervan, the book is aimed at a Christian audience but is likely to disappoint readers looking for a Christian-specific analysis of the “Coeniverse.” Falsani is eminently egalitarian in her approach to the spiritual precepts she believes are present in the Coens’ films, and this is both a strength and a weakness of her book. At times, she overreaches even farther than my 1984 analysis of Blood Simple, finding elements of Christianity, Zen Buddhism and Judaism present in the Coens’ films, but ultimately coming up with a mélange of generic spirituality.

Falsani, a religion columnist for The Chicago Sun-Times, writes in an easy-going, accessible style, and she humbly concedes that hers is not the final word on whether the Coens’ films contain deep, spiritual insights:

What I see may not be what you see, and that is at it should be. As you travel with me on this tour of the Coen brothers’ moral universes, I hope you’ll disagree with conclusions that don’t ring true and draw your own. As the great slacker saint of Los Angeles, Jeffrey “The Dude” Lebowski, so eloquently put it in the end, “That’s just, like, your opinion, man.”

To be sure, Falsani isn’t trying to pound a particular worldview into anyone’s skull. Her book presents a straightforward meditation on her own view of the theological and spiritual values she believes are embedded in the Coens’ films. At times, though, I found myself wishing she’d adhere less to the laid-back, “Dudeist” philosophy of Jeffrey Lebowski and opt instead for the tactics of his buddy Walter Sobchak (memorably played by John Goodman), the “ardent legalist,” Jewish convert, and “theological opposite” of the Dude in The Big Lebowski.

Part of the problem is that Falsani tries to mine a spiritual lesson from all 14 of the films written and directed by the Coens. (She includes their latest, A Serious Man, about a Jewish physics professor who is a contemporary stand-in for Job, which is set to release in October 2009.) It’s a noble but ultimately ill-advised approach, because some of the theories she posits are as thin as an unleavened wafer.

 

“A sobering tale of what happens when we don’t follow God’s laws”?

Burn After Reading, for example, is “a sobering tale of what happens when we don’t follow God’s laws,” a story that follows in the tradition of King David, King Saul and Judas Iscariot. Even less convincing: “The title of the film could be accurately interpreted as a description of what humankind has done with God’s Word.” In The Hudsucker Proxy, Falsani writes, the deus ex machina that stops Norville Barnes (Tim Robbins) from falling to his death is “the unseen hand of God (granting) Barnes an undeserved second chance.”

Other interpretations seem too pat, and not particularly theological. Falsani calls The Man Who Wasn’t There, for example, a cautionary tale about “living your life” without merely being a spectator; Intolerable Cruelty teaches that “marriage is sacred; and love, even a deeply imperfect love, is good.”

Another issue is the structure she uses. Each chapter, dedicated to one film, is compartmentalized into subheadings titled “The Forest” (a brief description of the narrative); “The Trees” (a painstakingly detailed reconstruction of the film’s plot); and “The Moral of the Story” (an all-too-brief description of the spiritual truth or lesson Falsani derives from the film).

Falsani spends too much time painting a verbal portrait of “the trees.” Many readers are likely to get lost in the descriptive intricacies of, say, Miller’s Crossing or Barton Fink. It’s not because Falsani’s writing isn’t entertaining and engaging, but because many of these passages have the effect of dulling the films’ power instead of enhancing it. It’s awfully hard for any author to convey a film’s spirituality solely by describing the plot, without sufficiently examining the filmmakers’ use of music, cinematography, lighting and other cinematic tools.

(On a related note, since Falsani focuses exclusively on narrative, it seems inconsistent to include The Ladykillers and No Country for Old Men, since the Coens adapted both screenplays from other authors’ source material. No Country for Old Men is arguably the most spiritually significant of the brothers’ films, barring A Serious Man; but the central theme of theodicy – if God exists and is good, why does evil persist in the world? – is the creation of the novel’s author, Cormac McCarthy, not the Coens.)

Fargo's Marge Gunderson
Fargo’s Marge Gunderson

Where Falsani succeeds most is where she steps out of the confines of the book’s structure and addresses specific theological precepts. In her chapter on Fargo – one of her most convincing – she references H. Richard Niebuhr’s five paradigms for how faith functions in the world. Marge Gunderson, the pregnant sheriff played by Frances McDormand, represents Niebuhr’s paradigm of “Christ transforming culture,” Falsani posits. In other words, Marge is the personification of the idea that “Christianity has the power (and the responsibility) to convert culture to a more godly orientation and that it’s possible to make the world a better place in this lifetime and not just in the hereafter.”

She comes back to this, quite convincingly, in her chapter on The Ladykillers (perhaps the most critically hated of the Coens’ films, and the first that was based on material by another author). Ms. Munson (Irma P. Hall), a pious church lady and would-be victim of a group of imbecilic villains (is there any other kind of villain in the “Coeniverse”?), “clearly demonstrates Niebuhr’s ‘Christ against culture’ model, seeing the world as a corrupt and dying place full of treachery and backsliding, hanging by a gossamer thread over the fiery pit ….” It’s a powerful and well-articulated observation.

One of God's own angels in disguise.
One of God’s own angels in disguise.

Equally strong is Falsani’s chapter on The Big Lebowski. She opens with the Genesis telling of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, which, Falsani explains, gave rise to the kabbalistic lore of the lamed-vavniks – 36 righteous people believed to exist at any given time in history. Jeffrey “The Dude” Lebowski (played by Jeff Bridges), she theorizes, is one of God’s own angels in disguise, one of the “righteous souls with whom the eventual healing of the world abides.”

Falsani also has a knack for salting various facts into the narrative that illuminate her views. In her chapter on Barton Fink, for example, she relates her experiences with Buddhist meditation and the effect it had on “a sometimes churchgoing Catholic-turned-Baptist-turned-freelance Episcopalian.”  The experience helps her to conclude that Barton Fink is a reflection of Zen Buddhism’s belief that reality can be known, but only if one is “wide awake.”

Likewise, she theorizes that Frances McDormand’s personal background as the daughter of a Disciples of Christ minister informed the actress’s Oscar-winning performance as the Christ surrogate Marge Gunderson in Fargo.

Fans of the Coens know the brothers are famously cagey about their themes and intentions. Falsani includes an anecdote from actor Gabriel Byrne, who played gangster Tom Reagan in Miller’s Crossing. Byrne says he once asked Joel Coen if Tom’s hat, which repeatedly blows off his head in the film, is significant. “Mmmm hmmm,” Joel answered, without elaboration.

Those inclined to believe the hat represents some unseen spiritual longing are likely to relate closely to Falsani’s interpretation of the “Coeniverse.” Others, more skeptical, might recall the closing scene in Burn After Reading, where, after a disparate collection of idiots kills, maims and psychologically scars one another, CIA director Gardner Chubb (J.K. Simmons) asks an underling what they’ve learned from all the mayhem and death. “I don’t know, sir,” says the agent. “I don’t f—ing know, either,” Chubb says. “I guess we learned not to do it again…. Although I’m f—ed if I know what we did.”

Detractors of the Coens believe the brothers are pulling a big, snarky joke on us all; that their films poke merciless fun at the human belief that all this life and love and sin matters in the least. Falsani clearly is in a different camp, and her love of the Coens’ material – and of cinema in general – is laudable, even contagious. She didn’t convince me the brothers intend their films to be spiritual road maps, but then, that wasn’t her point. It only matters what she, you or I see when we watch, wide awake.

Mark DiPietro, a former newspaper editor, is a public relations executive and freelance writer.

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