I love comedies. Who doesn’t? But some types I like more than others. After all, comedies come in all shapes and sizes, from the vulgar antiques of the Jackass movies to the sappy romantic films my wife loves so much. So when my better half “suggests” that we snuggle up to a RomCom (AAAUGH!), I make sure I call dibs on the selection.
Over the years, I have peppered her collection with titles that are not only acceptable to my tastes, but that I would personnaly consider classics with a big “C”. That’s right, I’m man enough to admit that I absolutely gush over (a very few) romantic comedies. I couldn’t tell you outright why some bring out the sexybeast in me, while others bring on a bad case of “coïtus interuptus”. I know that I prefer an original premise to a more formulaic one. But sometimes, the chemistry between the two leads is so palpable that the lack of originality doesn’t bother me. And on rare occasions, a movie that appears to be conventional on the surface surprises you by its creativity and complexity. This is the case with one of my favorite romantic comedies of all time : Groundhog day.
If you’ve had a couple of beers and your brain cells have totally switched off for the day, you could simply watch this masterpiece and marvel at Bill Murray’s comical attempts at getting the girl. If, on the other hand, this is the umpteenth time you’ve seen this gem, you may start to reflect on the movie’s more philosophical and existential themes. I’m not saying that you will have a divine revelation about the meaning of life, but for me, this movie has a very clear message : make the most of the time you have; only then will you find some happiness. And we could all use a little more happiness in our lives. Am I right or am I right or am I right…right…right.