Classic Movie

'You speak French?' 'Oui'

	Even the fact that he eventually decides to become a 'better person' doesn't take the acerbic sheen off a brilliantly cutting Murray performance.

The plot: It's the old heavily sarcastic weatherman with gigantic chip on his shoulder visits annual Punxsutawney festival to see if the town's "famous" Groundhog will predict another six weeks of winter, rolls out an uninspiring, by-the-numbers broadcast, revels in shitting on his colleagues' otherwise relentlessly chirpy personas, eventually gets trapped in his most-hated hick town by virtue of a giant snowstorm and wakes up tomorrow only to find it's today. Again.

So what happens? Tomorrow never comes. Every day he wakes up to the most monochrome radio station in the world, a freezing cold shower and some banal chit-chat from his elderly landlady. He kills himself with a bath and a toaster. Kidnaps the Groundhog and drives him off a cliff. Asks women personal information, memorises it, and uses it to goose them. Eats the contents of whole cake trays at 50s diners. Twats unbearable insurance salesman called Ned. And eventually learns how to play the piano, do the Heimlich maneouvre, change a tyre in under two minutes and mould beautiful ice sculptures with a chainsaw.

Why's it a classic? Because it answers the eternal question: 'What would a cynical bloke get up to in a consequence-free environment given an eternity to play with?' Even the fact that he eventually decides to become a "better person" doesn't take the acerbic sheen off a brilliantly cutting Murray performance. Infact, by the end he's so much of a geezer he's borderline deity. You should see it again and again and again. And again. And then again. And again.