One of our traditions is that we always watch a movie either on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. The last few years, we’ve watched Elf, which is why it got a place on my Best Films of the Aughts list. Truly, though, I’ve seen enough Elf and so asked if we could please, please watch something else, and Lucas asked if we could please, please watch Napoleon Dynamite, which we’ve been meaning to watch together for a while now.
Napoleon Dynamite is like ice skating with us adults: Ron and I LOVE it, and Tammy kind of doesn’t. Ron and I are the sort of fans who have seen the film multiple times and quote it often, particularly in our conversations with each other, which involve regular deep sighs and mutterings of “idiot.” This is one of those films that people love to hate, and I have no idea why, other than the fact it got popular (AHEM, Jason, you cynic). It has one of the great opening title sequences with its platters of food and the White Stripes’ “We Are Going to Be Friends.” It captures so much of the film, the lovely uncynical (AHEM AGAIN, Jason) theme that centers on the transformative power of love and friendship, the quirkiness, the prominence of food.
I hate the way “quirky” has become a bad word in certain circles. There’s nothing wrong with quirky.
Anyway, the mark of a good comedy is that it gets funnier the more times you see it, like So I Married an Axe Murderer and Anchorman. This is one of those movies. I know every minute of dialog, but I still giggled and giggled. So did Ron. So did Tammy, even, until she wandered away to cook dinner. Lucas laughed a lot, too, on his first viewing. He loved Tina.
It was a good day for laughing and loving.
I hope it was for the rest of you, too.