Live Life Team
“Napoleon Dynamite” may be one of the most inexplicable hits of 2004. It’s a phenomenon that boggles the mind. Here is a medley of mediocre acting blended with a plot that is just plain weird. It’s a perfect storm, really.
Napoleon Dynamite goes to high school. He fights with his older brother, Kip, and feeds a llama named Tina. His grandmother rides her dune buggy. His Uncle Rico sells Tupperware. That pretty much sums up the plot.
What follows is an exercise in the film equivalent to a car wreck. You try not to look but you find yourself morbidly drawn to the carnage. The horror.
You then screw up your courage and will power to defeat the ensuing brain suck. I will not laugh. Your hair is weird and your butchering of Jamiriquay is unacceptable. Yet I cannot look away.
Nevertheless, I loved my first viewing. I went out and bought the DVD. I proselytized it to my innocent family and friends. Now we all quote the film at Thanksgiving dinner.
I ask my wife if we can sell it and she says no. I ask her if she wants to watch it and she says no. I ask her if she wants to loan it to a friend and she asks, “What if we want to watch it,” This explains why our closets look like they do and why I am stuck with the DVD everyone bought the week it came out and sold the subsequent month. Flippin’ idiots!
