Every time I rewatch The Big Lebowski, I’m struck by how much Philip Seymour Hoffman does with so little screen time. Brandt isn’t just a lackey — he’s a man who’s trying so hard to maintain order in a universe that runs on nonsense.

Watch him usher the Dude through the Lebowski mansion — his little nervous laughs, that frozen smile, the way he claps his hands when things go off the rails. He’s the only one in the film who seems to realize the absurdity of it all, but he’s too professionally trapped to say anything.

It’s pure Hoffman: control, repression, and awkward humanity leaking out at the edges. He’s a butler, a gatekeeper, a sycophant, and somehow, the most relatable guy in the room.

Every time he says “This is our concern, Dude”, I feel it on a spiritual level.

RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman. Even in a movie filled with legends, you stole your scenes with nothing but posture and politeness.