Thursday, January 7, 2010

Two Gentlemen of Lebowski

When Shakespeare covers the Coen brothers' The Big Lebowski, it turns:
He died--he died as so many of his generation, before his time. In your wisdom you took him, Lord. As you took so many bright flowering young men, at Khe San and Lan Doc and Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And Donny too. Donny who. . . who loved bowling. And so, Theodore--Donald--Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Goodnight, sweet prince.
into:
He died as did so many of his generation, ere his time. In Thy wisdom, Lord, Thou didst take him, as Thou took so many bright flowering young men, i’ the jungles of the Orient. These young men gave their lives, and Donald too; Donald who loved to play at ninepins. And so, Sir Donald, in fairest accordance With what your wishes last well might have been, We make commitment of your last remains To the deep bosom of the ocean buried, A peaceful progress to the ocean, which You loved so well. Now cracks a bowler’s heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Look, there are worse ways to waste an hour.

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