I know Groundhog Day was a few weeks ago, but since Harold Ramis, the heralded writer/director of the movie (and one of my all-time favorite satirists), died yesterday at the age of 69, I think it’s worth finally talking about how fucking insane this holiday truly is.
I’ll let Bill Murray’s Phil sum it up better (and with less expletives) than I ever could:
"This is pitiful. A thousand people freezing their butts off waiting to worship a rat. What a hype. Groundhog Day used to mean something in this town. They used to pull the hog out, and they used to eat it. You’re hypocrites, all of you!"
RIP, Harold. Comedy just lost a big one.