Elizabeth Willis Barrett………..January 21, 2015
The first time I saw the movie Napoleon Dynamite was in Rexburg, Idaho, with my husband Brad, and my two youngest—Kyle and Allison—who were in Rexburg going to school. We had traveled all the way from Arizona for a short visit and had some hours to kill. And they were definitely killed in my opinion. Shot through. Kyle and Alli had seen the movie already and couldn’t wait to watch it with us. There had been so much hype about it that I was ready to have a great experience with half my family.
It turned out to be a very slow day at the movie theater. We got in our seats after the film had started and since we were the only ones in that particular theater, they started it all over again just for us. Kind. If they had started from the ending and played the whole thing backwards, it would have had the same effect on me. I was completely unimpressed and once again my lack of humor sense was made manifest. That was truly the dumbest movie I had ever seen—up to that point. I think Nacho Libre would create a very close race if the two should run a 1/2 marathon together.
Kyle and Allison kept looking at us to see our reaction to this very unorthodox film. Most of the time they could hear Brad’s reaction because he was laughing uncontrollably. If there had been anyone else in the theater they might have asked him to keep it down. But I must have seemed like a matronly Queen of Hearts at a quilting bee. Not a guffaw, not a snicker, not a smile escaped my pierced lips. I think my left eye brow was raised during the whole pitiful showing. The movie wasn’t funny.
Again, as I have been made very aware of on many occasions, I was most likely in the minority. I think I am in a perpetual minority. I would be standing practically alone in a group of 1000 people if we were to choose sides of a room according to our likes and personalities in a variety of categories.
“All those who like chocolate go to the right side of the room.” I’d be left alone on the left.
“All those who prefer Barbra Streisand to blue grass music go to the right side of the room.” I’d be left alone on the left.
“All those who love to stand outside and chat rather than clean out a closet, go to the right side of the room.” Again, I’d be left on the left.
This would not be a good thing to do on a boat. The weight wouldn’t be balanced.
As we came out of the theater at the end of N.D., the sweet girl at the candy counter asked how we’d liked the movie. In answer, I turned around and waved a bemused hand at Brad. He could barely walk because he was bent over in hysterics with Kyle and Allison laughing, too, mostly at him. He loved Napoleon Dynamite.
When attributes were being handed out in the pre-earth life, I believe Brad was first in line at the Sense of Humor counter. He can roll into a belly laugh quicker than anyone I know and at the slightest provocation. I was probably queuing up for other qualities (I’m not sure which, at the moment) and totally missed out on the Humor distribution. My Dad and sister are wonderful at seeing the funny side of things. They must have been in that humor line. You’d think they would have let me have cuts or something since I probably wasn’t patient enough to wait behind 4,376,000 other humor wanna-haves.
I wish now I had put in more effort to obtain a sense of humor because laughter can imbue the soul. Maybe a little humor blew off the counter in my direction, though, because I do love to laugh with friends and family. And even though Napoleon Dynamite did nothing for me, I once laughed right out loud in Three Amigos.