I am by no means rating Bridges' most recent performance as the last in a line of bests. It's just that the film is still resonating in my head, looking for its proper place in the Bridges pantheon. Where would you put it? Following John Wayne in a 1969 western that won The Duke his only Oscar, The Dude saddles up with his own take on the character — a fat, one-eyed drunk of a U.S. Marshall called Rooster Cogburn — and rides the hell out of it. Reuniting with the Coen bothers (after Lebowski) to bring the great Charles Portis novel to the screen, Bridges revels in the formality of the language that Rooster uses to put a good face on his basest instincts. You can't take your eyes off him, which has been true from the beginning.