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Napoleon Dynamite Review

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With a few days off work, nowhere to go and my sister’s DVD collection sitting unused I am on a mission to get up to speed on cultural awareness.

The first film I watched was Napoleon Dynamite. This was a great film, not just as good as the quotes on the DVD case, but up there around Nacho Libre. But one thing before I start into the content: the case has a note beside the BBFC PG triangle saying “Contains mild language”. BBFC: you phail at english comprehension.

I know a few people who, if they were merged together, would come close to being like Napoleon Dynamite, so in that way it was all the funnier for me, as well as seeing some of my own young teenage self in Napoleon. I also enjoyed comparing life in rural Idaho with rural Northern Ireland. I like my space, but not as much as would be afforded in Idaho. Idaho was portrayed beautifully by the cinematographer, but even Northern Ireland as the least wooded area of Europe has more trees, and I like green.

Getting onto the content though, even though it covered lots of issues, especially living in the past and making something of yourself, it didn’t seem to actually be about anything other than a few weeks of the life of a teenager. Then again it was a very funny few weeks. Plus, considering the tone of the film as being mostly humorous at the expense of the characters, I was very surprised by the happy endings everyone had, although you won’t see some of them unless you watch the whole end credits.

Content aside, the real quality in this film is in the performances of the actors, and it is impossible to single anyone out. You can see why in the deleted scenes the commentators lament at cutting out some actors who only had one line. Together with the cinematographer, director and wardrobe, all the actors stylise and caricature their characters so much that you laugh just looking at them and any jokes in their lines are a bonus.

The only problem I had with the film was that although John Heder was brilliant as Napoleon and he did look young when he was on his own, in real life he is seven or eight years older than the lead lady, Tina Majorino, and it shows when they are in a scene together. In those cases Tina really looks like she should have been in primary school instead of high school.

Overall, a very funny film, like a Cohen brothers film for high-schoolers, though I fear it may be a little slow for some.

Igonikon Jack

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I am only an occasional reader of Christopher Howse’s Sacred Mysteries column though I thought his most recent one was more of a diary entry than one of his more informative essays on famous religious figures or Roman Catholic doctrine even though the subject was his own recent near-death experience. I did rather like his TatWorld segment that sometimes used to be in Saturday’s Daily Telegraph when Craig Brown was on holiday. Reading his mini-insights into celebrity culture and chavishness was an enjoyable juxtaposition to his beardy visage in the mugshot beside his name, but I digress. The reason I write this short essay is because of the mystery of one of the commenters on Howse’s tale of appendicitis, an entity by the name of Igonikon Jack. He writes at least one comment on the Daily Telegraph’s opinion section each day and each one is usually well over 1000 words, and also longer than the article upon which he leaves his thoughts. I thought I would google his name and found this result at number 2 by another Telegraph writer called Bryony Gordon. But then I thought I’d leave the man to be a mystery and indulge in some complete and likely misleading speculation. Perhaps I should upload the following to Wikipedia, because even a minor web celebrity should have an entry in the Wikipedia. It’s a virtual human right 2.0, or something.

Perhaps Igonikon Jack, or IgJack to his
fans, is a recluse with a broadband
internet connection to his meagre but
comfortable log cabin in the hills to
the east of Pocatello, Idaho. While
enjoying the solitude offered by his
location, for we must assume a man
named Jack is indeed a man, the
proximity to Pocatello does not mean
total isolation from the comforts of
life. This setting in south-east Idaho
also allows access to both the even
wider open spaces of Wyoming and the
opportunity to travel to such major
population centres as Idaho Falls and
even Salt Lake City if necessary. Such
options were major considerations when
he moved there in May 1995 because,
while his writing style requires much
solitude to reliably produce at least 2000
well-considered words every day, he
understood that a man cannot formulate
world-changing sentences and line-breaks in complete isolation.

Though he is not too far from Yellowstone
National Park he prefers not to go there
because he believes it to be too much under
the control of the Federal government. At
Grand Teton national park he is well-known
to the park rangers. Before that his
remarkable career had already spanned 10
years of leader pages in the Soda Springs
Intelligencer Gazette Debater which he
launched and published himself in 1985. He
advertised it as the first newspaper in
the USA to be purely comment pages with no
cartoons or puzzles. Unfortunately he was
unable to get his columns syndicated and
the population of Soda Springs and its
environs was not great enough to support
this venture. Thus his move to Pocatello
was also out of necessity because it was
the only area of Idaho not to benefit from
the property boom of 1994. This meant he
could sell his newspaper to Conrad Black’s
Hollinger corporation and live for for a
while on the proceeds of his former house
and his newspaper while he decided what to
do next. Back at the Soda Springs IGD, Black
was anxious to increase the news content and
widen the circulation, but Denis Radler soon
closed it down. IgJack soon saw the
potential of the internet boom in 1996,
investing in a string of Idaho and Wyoming’s
brightest hopes for dotcom dominance, but
none of the companies survived the competition from Microsoft.

He did manage to keep his head above water
though and resolved to redouble his efforts
as a writer. He took to studying and
practising his chosen craft diligently,
often writing from dusk until dawn despite
the well-documented danger of sleep
deprivation on reclusive writers in the
Western states who chop their own wood for the winter.

A long-time fan of the UK’s Daily Telegraph
he was delighted when they provided the
ability to comment on articles on the
newspaper’s internet edition. Now he mainly
earns his living from canny stock
investments. He finds that a mere 3 hours per
day of reading company financial reports,
studying market trends and the writings of Minnesota’s Captain Capitalism is enough to give him the competitive advantage he needs to allow him to provide his essays to the readers of the Daily Telegraph’s comment pages for free. He expects to retire from active stock trading in 2015 but says he will will write for as long as he can hit the enter key. Although he declines to give his age or birthdate, he prefers to say he’s old enough to know better, but young enough to enjoy writing.