I finally got got to watch this one properly without interruptions, and what a marvelous movie it is. Original premise, tight script and direction that doesn't leave an ounce of fat to trim, and any movie with Bill Murray in it takes an automatic leap in quality. Watching his sarcastic, self-centered weatherman sink into despair and then finally become a genuinely decent man (although the bastard is funnier, it has to be said) from endlessly repeating the same day is simply a joy. It's one of the few genuinely great comedies.
And yet, I find myself strangely morose afterwards. Maybe because the premise lends itself too well to navel-gazing, and that never goes anywhere good. That "Come, Sweet Death" off the misery-tastic End of Evangelion just came up on itunes certainly isn't helping.
Whatever, I'm off to gorge myself on chocolate. 'Tis the season to be jolly, even if I'll have to accomplish it through chemical means.
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