no, this isn't my halloween costume. its napoleon. napoleon dynamite. (wait, your name is napoleon ?). i finally saw this little campy creation. so i thought i would reflect on it for a moment. weird. i mean, i get it. i get that he is sort of a gen-x/y shoegazing computer geek who reminds us of ourselves in some ways. i see my awkward adolescence in him. i see my moments of social ineptitude in him. but beyond that, what is this story telling us? frankly, nothing. it is a loosely connected group of skits featuring the same characters throughout who deliver ridiculous lines of script in a deliciously deadpan manner. it's funny. it's just not all that meaningful. not that everything has to be all that meaningful. it did make me laugh. just not as much as i thought it might. and my biggest complaint: the ending. it just frizzled out. it reminded me of Monty Python's Holy Grail in this way, like they ran out of money or thought the film was getting too long. so, i wa
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