Always and forever

Things that made you “cool” in fifth grade: a pair of $70 Etnies, a Livestrong bracelet, and a Ziploc bag containing a combination of sugary powders, otherwise known as “happy crack.” But the thing that set you apart from your classmates wasn’t a skateboard you could do approximately two tricks on, or a set of the all powerful Egyptian god cards. It was a ringer T-shirt with three simple words on the front: “Vote for Pedro.”

Yes, nothing shouted “I’m better than you” than a T-shirt that was donned by a lovable loser in the movie “Napoleon Dynamite.” Of course it didn’t stop there. If you weren’t quoting “Tina, you fat lard, come get some dinner” every five seconds or attempting to smuggle those god-awful school tater-tots out of the cafeteria in your pockets, you were the polar opposite of Napoleon’s grandma; i.e. not very cool.

There’s no denying that “Napoleon Dynamite” was the comedy of our generation, and after almost ten years since its release (January 2014 will mark a decade since it premiered at the Sundance Film Festival), I decided it was a good time to see how the film had aged. To my surprise, the film is still a goldmine of quotable one liners and that so-stupid-it’s-funny kind of comedy we’ve seen driven into the ground in recent years. No splendor has been lost, as the tension between Napoleon and Deb is still painfully yet comically awkward, and the salesmen duo of Kip and Rico is as good as any good cop/bad cop routine, sans the badges and nightsticks.

“Napoleon Dynamite” is still as enjoyable as it was when I watched it with my friends while playing with wrestling action figures – I’ve always wanted to throw one out the window of a bus – back in 2004. I can’t help but “LOL” when Napoleon asks, “Do the chickens have large talons,” and I just about die when Rico snipes Napoleon in the head with a piece of steak.

But nothing makes me laugh quite like Kip’s solo after the credits. He sings to LaFawnduh, “Our love is like a flock of doves/Flying off to heaven above/Always and forever” in his trademark soft spoken, lispy manner. Upon recovering from the laugh attack induced by the grand finale – Napoleon galloping from afar via horseback – I thought to myself: I will love “Napoleon Dynamite,” always and forever.