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Deja Viewed: ‘Napoleon Dynamite’



It’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years since Napoleon Dynamite awkwardly danced its way into our hearts and defined a generation of quirky indie comedies.

Released in 2004, the film, directed by Jared Hess and starring Jon Heder as the titular oddball, defied all conventional wisdom about what makes a movie a hit.

Made on a shoestring budget of $400,000, it grossed nearly $46 million at the box office and spawned a cultural phenomenon that still resonates.

At first blush, Napoleon Dynamite seems like a small, peculiar movie about nothing in particular. Set in rural Preston, Idaho, it follows the daily misadventures of Napoleon, a socially awkward high schooler with a talent for awkwardly trying to fit in.

Whether he’s doodling ligers (“pretty much my favorite animal”), practicing his sweet nunchuck skills, or helping his best friend Pedro run for class president, Napoleon’s world is unapologetically bizarre—and yet utterly relatable.

What makes Napoleon Dynamite enduring is its unique ability to find humor and heart in the mundane. Every character, from Napoleon’s obsessed-with-the-’80s dork brother Kip (“Yes, I love technology!”) to their delusional Uncle Rico (still dreaming of his high school football glory days), feels like someone we might know—or at least someone we could imagine existing in a very specific corner of America.

The film doesn’t rely on slapstick or over-the-top gags; its comedy lies in its sincerity. It’s funny because it’s true—or at least truth adjacent.

The performances are pitch-perfect. Jon Heder’s deadpan delivery and physical comedy make Napoleon unforgettable, but it’s the ensemble cast that gives the film its richness. Tina Majorino’s quietly cool Deb, Efren Ramirez’s soft-spoken Pedro, and Diedrich Bader’s no-nonsense Rex (of Rex Kwon Do fame) each bring their own charm to the offbeat world Hess created. And Napoleon’s brother Kip (Aaron Ruell) is a world unto himself.

Every line feels quotable because the script captures an absurdly specific yet universal awkwardness. Who among us hasn’t wanted to “build a cake or something” to make friends?

Visually, the film’s style matches its quirky tone. The flat landscapes, muted color palette, and retro fashion choices (those moon boots!) ground the story in an exaggerated version of small-town Americana.

Combined with its eclectic soundtrack—an odd but perfect mix of Bow Wow Wow, Jamiroquai, and an original score by John Swihart—the film creates an atmosphere that’s unmistakably Napoleon Dynamite.

But the true genius of Napoleon Dynamite is its heart. Beneath the absurdity is a surprisingly earnest story about finding one’s place in the world. Napoleon, for all his eccentricities, never wavers in being unapologetically himself.

Whether he’s choreographing his talent show dance to Jamiroquai’s “Canned Heat” or helping Pedro win over the student body, he embodies a kind of confidence that’s both enviable and endearing. The film’s message is clear: embrace your weirdness, because it’s what makes you special.

As Napoleon Dynamite turns 20, its impact remains undeniable. Few films have managed to capture the essence of awkward adolescence with such humor and affection. Somehow, it’s a movie that feels as fresh and weirdly wonderful today as it did in 2004.

Watching it now, you’re reminded of just how rare it is to find a film that’s both laugh-out-loud funny and unapologetically sincere.

So here’s to Mr. Daynamite, Pedro, Kip and Deb love you more than you know (whoa whoa whoa). Thank you for the laughs, the nostalgia, and for teaching us all that the world could always use a little more tetherball, tater tots, and dance-floor courage. Gosh!

Morning’s Caw



Ravensong

Each morning, they gather,
a council of shadow wings
against the pale rise of dawn.

They do not sing—
they declare,
sharp and guttural,
words I cannot know
but feel in my chest,
where night dreams
still linger.

Black eyes glint like secrets,
like the edges of things
forgotten
or yet to come.

They hop and nod,
conferring with dry earth,
lifting their shoulders
as if shrugging off the weight of the sky.

I wonder if they wait for me,
if I am part of their routine—
a figure they watch with quiet amusement,
their dark humor
woven into warm, dusty air.

Do they bring omens?
Or only themselves,
the steady rhythm of wings
reminding me
that the day is already in motion,
and I,
like them,
am bound to it.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Signs

A committee had to approve this funding
Fair point
Well why even have a parking lot?
Someone died in that chair
But how am I supposed to make potato salad balls?