The Coen brothers 1998 stoner-noir is Raymond Chandler filtered through dirty bong water, where almost every line of dialogue is a hazy, hilarious non sequitur. My favorite is when accidental P.I. Jeff Bridges (forever the Dude) is ambushed in his tub by nihilists bearing a ferret. Hey, nice marmot, he greets them, with his usual unflustered amiability. Nothing rattles Bridges Dude, not a lost rug, not a leering Tara Reid, not a lisping John Turturro, not a raving John Goodman, not a simpering Steve Buscemi, and not even shrieking performance artist Julianne Moore, who joins Bridges in a Busby Berkeley-style bowling fantasy that sums up the movie’s sweet, silly spirit. This outdoor screening also features food trucks from Where Ya at Matt and Charlies Buns N Stuff, and it should attract many viewers dressed in character. (R) BRIAN MILLER
Sat., Aug. 27, 7 p.m., 2011
