I am the only one in this gang. The only child who detests Napoleon Dynamite. It's the only movie I truly hate, out of the zillion selections, the only one. That movie depicted so many characters and comments that I've already seen/heard/experienced in my own life thus far. I am completely jaded I suppose. In my own family, there've been wilder characters, not to mention the many kooks I've met in my travels. The movie is so regular to me, I am numb to its humor.
I can, however, understand everyone's appeal to the movie. Because, hell yes, it was fun while I was there too.
Oh, and I saved a kitten from under a rig at work today.
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