The Meursault of Venice, California, Dude Lebowski, has a similar desire: to be left alone to pass his days in a reverie of marijuana and White Russian suffused oblivion. He is an alcoholic and a pothead, but he is sane, kind-hearted, sympathetic and a nihilist without the "exhausting" part of turning it into some kind of belief system. Society will not allow him this for the period covered by the movie. He is physically attacked four times, by Jacky Treehorn's thugs, who push his face in the toilet; by Maude Lebowski's henchman, who punches him in the jaw; by the Sheriff of Malibu, who throws a coffe cup at his head; and finally by the Nihilists, whom he tries to hold at bay by thrusting his wallet containing four bucks at them. He is also drugged by Jacky Treehorn.
As Brandt would say, "This is our concern, Dude." His poor choice of associates, perhaps the only ones left to him by his reductionist mode of living, does him in. At least for a while, but as we know: The Dude Abides.
It is left only to decide why the Coen Brothers were convinced that The Dude was the man for our times, why he fits right in there. Why sometimes there's a man, and we're talking about The Dude.