A real contender for film of the year, because it just shows how much can go on in a day, and in doing so dealt with one of my pet obsessions, the idea of eternity; a personal eternity.
There's a theory of films that I once read that stated that every film could have one 'gimme' where anything is allowed, and after that things would have to make sense. This film's gimme is the idea that Phil Connors is stuck in one day that he must have relived thousands of times. He tries to kill himself, he spends months depressed, months seeking Rita's love, tricking people and learning to play the piano.
He had his own personal eternity, I always thought I would love that. The difference is that when I always imagined it, I could stop it and return to reality any time I want, he couldn't and that was the crucial difference.
Maybe another difference is the fact I know what I'd do with my own personal eternity, and he didn't.
Would you?
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