Groundhog Day (1993) Review
Okay on me in three, two, one…
Once a year, the eyes of the nation turn to this tiny hamlet in western Pennsylvania, to watch a master at work.
The master? Punxsutawney Phil, the world’s most famous weatherman. The groundhog. Who as legend has it can predict the coming of an early spring.
So I guess the question we have to ask ourselves today is “Does Phil feel lucky?”
Same old schtick every year, the guy comes out with a big stick and raps on the door.
They pull the little rat out, they talk to him. The rat talks back. And then they tell us what’s gonna happen.
On me in three, two, one…
This is one time when television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather. I for one have been very grateful to have been here.
From Punxsutawney, this is Phil Connors. So long.
All right, on me in three, two, one.
Well, it’s Groundhog Day again, and that must mean that we’re up here at Gobbler’s Knob, waiting from the forecast from the world’s most famous groundhog weatherman, Punxsutawney Phil, who’s just about to tell us how much more winter we can expect.
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!
You got a problem with what I’m saying, Larry? Untie your tongue and you come here and talk, huh?
Am I upsetting you princess?
You know, you want a prediction about the weather, you’re asking the wrong Phil.
I’ll give you a winter prediction. It’s gonna be cold, it’s gonna be gray, and it’s going to last you for the rest of your life.
Once again the eyes of the nation have turned here to this… tiny village in western Pennsylvania.
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.
There is no way that this winter is ever going to end as long as this groundhog keeps seeing his shadow.
I don’t see any other way out. He’s got to be stopped.
And I have to stop him.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark, and bereft of hope.
Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life.
But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney, and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
From Punxsutawney, it’s Phil Connors. So long.