![]() ![]() Teen movies that taught me what to expect from high school, like She’s All That, have been skewered for making two hours of entertainment out of predictable sexist tropes like jocks trying to deflower virgins for clout, and nerdy girls who just need to take off their glasses to become hot enough to be loved. Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, for example, at which I recall laughing my 11-year-old ass off, now comes off despicably trans-phobic and just seriously unfunny. Many of my favorite films from that time (watched at friends’ houses, of course) have, in general, not aged as well as their stars. Hair was big, greed was good, and women were a novelty in the workplace. I’m a fucking snob, a New Yorker, and a feminazi libtard, and I’m here to ruin Groundhog Day for you - or at least, I’m going to try my best.ġ993 was a while ago. I was 5 years old when the film came out, and I was living in my parents’ apartment in Manhattan, where we did not have a TV, so entertainment came in the form of reading quietly, arguing less quietly around the dinner table, and the occasional outing to the Metropolitan Opera House. I know, right? Where have I been, living under a rock? Not exactly. Until this past summer, I had never seen the 1993 comedy, Groundhog Day, directed by Harold Ramis, and starring Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell.
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