Along with Star Wars and the Rocky Horror Picture Show, the Cohen Brothers masterpiece, The Big Lebowski, has emerged as the next great cult film. The proof? Lewbowskifest, now in its third year, is a communial celebration of the film with gatherings in a handful of cities across America. Drunk rooommate stumbled down to this year’s New York party, held at the Knitting Factory on Friday.

The first band of the evening, Hair Supply, played an electric and mesmorizing set to a packed main space room. A look around the venue, (all three rooms were opened for one admission), revealed dedicated fans of the film dressed in full regal. Bling Kong, Brooklyn’s favorite cheerleader-based rock band turned the Knit into a romper room, and I found myself wanting to bone each and every one of them.

As the crowd waited for Corn Mo to take the stage, (the evening’s last performer), the fun-loving crowd was starting to get hammered on white russians. I slipped through the mass and upstairs to the backstage area where the Dude himself was drunkenly trying to molest the Bling Kong cheerleaders. A reporter asked him if he was surprised by all the attention he’s received for being the basis for Jeff Bridges’ character in the movie. He responded by telling a photogrpher in the room she was hot, (she was).

my stupid fucking rooommate won’t let me watch baseball. i fuckin hate her!!!

Corn Mo rocked, as he always does. After his set, a giant screen descended from the ceiling of the main space, and a screening of the movie started. A guy dressed as the old guy with the cowboy hat mimed along with the intro to the chagrin of the crowd. Then he got hit with a bottle. A fight in the front bar turned into a drive-by shooting. As the night wound down, it seemed like patrons of Lewbowskifest ‘05 had revealed their true motivation: it was an excuse, (or an opportunity), for people to get together and get drunk. And drunk rooommate was one of them.