Groundhog Day sucks majorly.

Hee heee heee he heee.

No.

However, I will allow how this will make more sense after you're middle aged and bitter.

However, I will allow how this will make more sense after you're middle aged and bitter.

Fine. But if you make me watch it when I'm middle aged and bitter, I won't guarantee that "bitter" won't turn into "homicidal."

That movie grates on my nerves in a major way. I dislike it like I dislike Nicholas Cage.

Steph! In Bring it On, in the extras, have you watched the Jesus cheer?

Oh my god. So. Fucking. Funny!

Fine. But if you make me watch it when I'm middle aged and bitter, I won't guarantee that "bitter" won't turn into "homicidal."

By then, it will seem uplifting. Yes, you have this to look forward to. I know, it is grim. Also, you'll know you've been single for too long when Andie McDowell actually seems appealing. (Not really, that's part of the humour.)

Must-watch: The Princess Bride, natch, and Strictly Ballroom. I'd nominate Beautiful Thing too, except the likelihood of me ever running across it on TV is so low as to be nearly nonexistent.

Alas, I do not share the mad Groundhog Day love. I like it fine, don't get me wrong, but Andie MacDowell... yeesh. I remember loving it the first few times I saw it, but watching it again recently, I was struck by just how awful she is, and it made the movie much harder to enjoy.

Edit: heh, xposty

Man, Kate. You're lucky I didn't know that until now, cause I would have totally acted all resentful and bitter toward you in New York.

And maybe sent you off on the wrong subway.

Oh my god. So. Fucking. Funny!

It really, really, really is. My best friend and I spent the better part of an hour just watching it over, and over, and over again. And now we still randomly break out into the Jesus cheer. And you know what? It's just as funny, every time.

And you know what? It's just as funny, every time.

It's not that long -- I don't know why it was cut.

All you Groundhog Day haters are Dead To Me. Seriously. You are crazy like crazy things that are mad with a lack of reason. I own that movie, I used to be able to reel off entire scenes from memory, I've damn near memorized the commentary track, and I will still fall into its thrall every single time I flash across it while channel-surfing. It's so fucking perfectly written, I just... guh. Love Bill Murray, find Andie McDowell totally tolerable, crumple in a little whimpering heap before the screenwriter.

Also, I can barely justify, yet can never not watch The Cutting Edge.

And now I'm going to earn the loathing and disrespect of every Buffista who ever was or is or is to be by admitting that Fools Rush In falls into this category too. The only possible, lame, excuses I have for this last one are (a) nifty soundtrack; (b) Matthew Perry all lean and healthy and pre-pain-pill-addiction; and (c) Salma Hayek at her most radiantly Kinsey-skewing luminous, playing a snarky Catholic girl.

But really, those are all lame, lame excuses. I suck so bad, except that I've now freed everyone else from feeling the least bit bad about their own guilty pleasures.

Three of my must-watch movies were on TV on the same night recently; Princess Bride, O Brother Where Art Thou?, and Airplane. That was a good night.