Ricky Bobby's $10 Million 'Talladega Nights' Mansion Is for Sale, and Oh God I Forgot How Awful It Is

If you were a teenage guy in 2006, there’s a good chance that Talladega Nights was the funniest movie you’d ever seen. You probably constantly quoted it with your friends when you weren’t busy referencing South Park. Were you supposed to want to be exactly like Ricky Bobby? Not at all. But if you still dream of living his life and happen to have a spare $10 million laying around, you can now buy the house they used in the movie. But you really shouldn’t because it’s awful.

The Drive found the $9.9 million house listed for sale in Cornelius, North Carolina, which is about 20 miles north of Charlotte and only a short 10-minute drive from Lake Norman Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram. So yes, it does come with lake access, but it also comes with absolutely no taste in the design whatsoever. From the front, you see more roof than house. And it’s so close to being symmetrical, the actual lack of symmetry is irritating. Why? Why would anyone want that?

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Since it’s a McMansion, of course, it’s got to have columns. They’re small, but they’re definitely there. And what even is that giant medallion thingy over the windows above the probably-not-useable balcony? Ugh. We haven’t even gotten inside the house yet, and I’m already mad. I’m also mad at myself for dropping out of architecture school before I learned all the technical terms for everything I hate about this house. But I do still have my Best in Freshman Studio award, so at least that can comfort me a little.

Once you do make it inside, guess what? It gets worse. There’s no telling how much of the decor is staged by the realtor and how much actually belongs to the owners, but it’s all so bad, I don’t really care. “We should get a harp no one plays just to have it,” isn’t really any better than, “This house looks like the owners would randomly toss a harp in here. Let’s get one for the showing.” And I don’t even have the time to talk about all the gold and chandeliers in the place.

Ugh. And the kitchen? There isn’t a chance in hell that anyone has ever so much as microwaved leftovers in there. The sink, refrigerator, and range are all laid out wrong. But at least it’s got that oh-so-desirable pot filler over the stove to make it easier to fill the pots no one is ever going to use. Cooking and leftovers are for the poors who can’t afford to eat at the country club every night. Or order a formidable shitton of KFC.