We laughed. Out loud.
In that fine tradition, the Dude trilogy likewise succeeds with a distinctly Canadian-Aboriginal twist. No heavy lifting; no deep social conscience. It’s progress when a Native guy and his White friend can just hang out, pass gas, grunt, and eat too much—be dudes. Without tipis, feathers, dreary depictions of drunkenness, desperation or ethnic animosity. Not here; not this time.