In my new book “The Curmudgeon’s Guide to Getting Ahead: Dos and Don’ts of Right Behavior, Tough Thinking, Clear Writing, and Living a Good Life,” I advise my twenty-something readers to watch the 1993 movie, “Groundhog Day,” not just once but repeatedly.
All of which raises the question: What have I been smoking?
First, for those who haven’t seen it, the plot: An egocentric TV weatherman, Phil Connors (Bill Murray) is sent to Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, to cover Groundhog Day. He hates the assignment, disdains the town and its people, and can’t wait to get back to Pittsburgh. But a snowstorm strikes, he’s stuck in Punxsutawney, and when he wakes up the next morning, it is Groundhog Day again. And again and again and again. The film’s director and co-writer, the late Harold Ramis, estimated that the movie represented at least thirty or forty years’ worth of days.
Here are some scenes illustrating the unplanned and bumpy trajectory that Phil’s thirty or forty years takes: