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[Feb. 13th, 2005|10:18 pm] |
Finally saw friggin' Napolean Dynamite. Which is nice, because now I understand people's icon references (just in time for them all to disappear before the sweep of the new Hip Reference Du Jour, no doubt) and also because it really was honestly quite a good movie, if sort of fuzzy. Basically, it had me from the part where he opens the schoolbus window at the beginning. I had forgotten how annoying schoolbus windows are, and the memory put me right back in high school in a tactile sense. But without making me curl up into fetal position, which I am assured that, for instance, Welcome to the Dollhouse would do.
(I have to say that when LaFawnda got off the bus, I was subconsciously bracing for the joke where she was either 300 pounds or a transexual or both, especially after the throwaway line about how she only sent headshots. I wonder if that was set up to be a very subtle joke about the audience's expectations, or just basic honesty. Either way it was good.) |
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From: ataniell93
2005-02-15 12:47 am (UTC)
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"Welcome to the Dollhouse" is brutally honest and made me want to curl up into fetal, which is hard to do. | |
