napolean dynamite
:: VCD / MOVIE REVIEW ::
watched Napolean Dynamite for the first time just, with a crooked brow for the entire duration (but of coz i exaggerate), one hand on me tummy (from the laugher) and the other hand on me forehead (wondering "WTF is going on here?") ~ with a constant wonderment about this obvious non-movie which has become a cult-MTV fav and cultural reference, and of how brilliantly it's all been planned and played out.
the only obvious "production value" of this entire flick was in the opening title sequence, whereas the on-going day-to-day life of N.D. is chronicled as mundane and as visually "realistic" (meaning: no high fashion ~ altho i dig his tees alot) as this feature could afford. nothing seems glamorized (but of coz my interpretation of USA is via teevee, films and music videoes, 'natch) and a "dear-diary" approach, as far as the vignettes guide the narrative and a semblence of a "plot". peppered with quasi-retardeddysfunctional folks in what is a thinly disguised celebration of nerdhood. a shout-out to geekdom and really, after a while - becomes a tad tedious and bordering on irritation, if not being hilarious at the same time. this weird parallel universe-conundrum is giving me a headache *ouchie*
cue hero in brown suit, the friend-in-need with his smooth dance grooves. and Pedro becomes president. cue gangsta homies in tricked-out ride. cue brother in bling-bling, lickin' it with La Fawnduh. cue retro-80's muzak.
watch it and be not left out in the geekery-movement that has been made hip for the new millennium, and of the manipulation of middle-american folks by the media ... all i can say is: "thank gawd i bought this VCD @ $7.95"
watched Napolean Dynamite for the first time just, with a crooked brow for the entire duration (but of coz i exaggerate), one hand on me tummy (from the laugher) and the other hand on me forehead (wondering "WTF is going on here?") ~ with a constant wonderment about this obvious non-movie which has become a cult-MTV fav and cultural reference, and of how brilliantly it's all been planned and played out.
the only obvious "production value" of this entire flick was in the opening title sequence, whereas the on-going day-to-day life of N.D. is chronicled as mundane and as visually "realistic" (meaning: no high fashion ~ altho i dig his tees alot) as this feature could afford. nothing seems glamorized (but of coz my interpretation of USA is via teevee, films and music videoes, 'natch) and a "dear-diary" approach, as far as the vignettes guide the narrative and a semblence of a "plot". peppered with quasi-
cue hero in brown suit, the friend-in-need with his smooth dance grooves. and Pedro becomes president. cue gangsta homies in tricked-out ride. cue brother in bling-bling, lickin' it with La Fawnduh. cue retro-80's muzak.
watch it and be not left out in the geekery-movement that has been made hip for the new millennium, and of the manipulation of middle-american folks by the media ... all i can say is: "thank gawd i bought this VCD @ $7.95"
