(unintelligible muttering)
well, the farmer in the dell.
the kid takes the horse,
hi ho the derrio,
the kid takes the rat
farmer in the deli,
(loud)
hi ho the derrio
the cheese takes the cheese…
(silence)
(muffled debate)
Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm.
What?
He embarrasses me. Loses his cool. In front of the kids.
Napoleon Dynamite: This is pretty much the worst video ever made.
Kip: Napoleon, like anyone can even know that.
Uncle Rico: You know what, Napoleon? You can leave.
Napoleon: You guys are retarded!
This piece is from a child’s perspective. Not an ordinary child, but one who is forced, out of desperation, to play with words, and nobody cares.
He hears mommy chatting with a friend on the phone. He sings aimlessly…if only she could hear his boredom, his giddy cabin fever…
well, the farmer in the dell.
the kid takes the horse,
hi ho the derrio,
(the song gets darker)
the kid takes the rat
(no reaction from mom. Perhaps the kid should take the crack next.)
farmer in the deli,
(loud)
hi ho the derrio
the cheese takes the cheese…
(That speaks to his ononistic solitude…he is the big cheese, in charge, and the “spoils” of his war consist in himself, he takes himself, seizes control of himself, but in a sense he is stealing. Through all this, his mommy doesn’t react.)
(silence)
(muffled debate)
(Is she debating something private? Talking about the kid, finally?)
Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm.
What?
He embarrasses me. Loses his cool. In front of the kids.
(Alas, she’s bitching about Daddy, how he gets mad and mad again. Loses his cool and gets emotional, sucked into an argument, his only respite from giddy cabin fever. Forget that he’s being chewed to pieces by the shrew…what’s important here is that she’s embarassed…in front of the kids. God forbid.)