Something tells me you want to see Groundhog Day again. And again. And again and again and again and again!
You know you do. You miss Chris Elliot’s little dance. You miss the whole aura of Ned the insurance salesman. You want to hear variations on Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini by Bill Murray.
How long was he in there, do you think? I bet it was longer than that.
I don’t recall any similar conceit before this movie came out. Afterwards, there seemed lots of homages. I liked the Xena Warrior Princess one. But it played out a little dungeon and dragonny. There were lots of steps that had to be taken in precise order and whatnot. That’s what happens when you’re not working on character flaws. They have to give you a slew of impossible tasks. Like character flaws, but without them.
For the longest time on Netflix, every time I tried to watch Groundhog Day on instant view it was just a moving blob of compression artifacts. On their website I kept pointing out that all the other movies worked OK, but this one was messed up. The copy that they were using to stream to me was encoded wrong. I don’t think that they ever believed me. But eventually it got fixed. I’m relieved.
Go ahead. Again and again. You know you want to.