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By Jim Ridley

Published on July 18, 2007 at 11:16am

Napoleon Dynamite looks like Cary Grant next to the hero of this Kiwi quirk-a-thon: a hulking, sullen creep named Jarrod (Jemaine Clement, costar of HBO's new Flight of the Conchords) whose goony, sulking, petulant, selfishness, and dweeby videogame obsession somehow works like Spanish fly on mousy burger-flipper Lily (Loren Horsley). If the film's intent were to have Lily's unconditional love redeem Jarrod, who plots half-ass revenge on the bully who thumped him a decade ago in high school, no such luck; her regard for the insufferable prick comes off more as sodden masochism, or maybe brain damage. You can't see the forest for the twee in writer-director Taika Waititi's thicket of cutesy conceits, from the stunted supporting characters to the precious animated interludes. But Jarrod's strident ugliness definitely serves as a critique of geek-chic narcissism. Maybe Judd Apatow's comedies also flatter the maturity-impaired by making their 10th-grade hangups lovable, but Apatow doesn't leave you thinking less of the women who abide them — or wanting to gnaw the cup holder off of your armrest in impatience.