There is a continuum of love/hate that is generally linear, but at the far extremes, the line bends back around to form a circle so that only things that you love passionately, can you also hate with equal fervor. The same emotional calculus can also be applied to movies. Some movies are so bad that they actually whip around the continuum and become good. Case in point: Napoleon Dynamite.

The first time I saw Napoleon Dynamite it was a painful experience. I laughed a little, there were moments, but mostly I looked on in horror. Who could make such a bad movie and why the fuck were people telling me to see it? It was appalling.

It was only the following weekend when I was talking to some my sister's friends at the her house that the brilliance of the film hit me. I was telling them how bad the movie was, but it was always followed by, but there was this one scene, or this time Napoleon says this or did that. I went on and on. I was had myself in stitches just thinking about the movie.

Then I saw it again. It was fucking hilarious.

It could have been that I was seeing with other people who had been talking about it all day, but I don't think so. Some of the freakish genius that is Napoleon Dynamite just ignited peels of laughter. It's so awful, so bizarre, so freakish, so uncomfortable, so insane, that's it's funny.

You just have to see for yourself. In the meantime, enjoy this. I'm off to go wolverine hunting in Alaska with my grandpa.