Groundhog Day (1993) is a dark comedy co-written and directed by Harold Ramis (Caddyshack, Ghostbusters, Analyze This) about a weatherman named Phil Connors (Bill Murray), based in Pittsburgh, who travels annually — and reluctantly — to Punxsutawney to broadcast live from the Groundhog Day festivities at Gobbler’s Nob, PA. Phil is egotistical, condescending, sarcastic, and terminally bored. With him is a new producer, the attractive and wholesome Rita (model/actress Andie MacDowell, whose breakout role was the repressed housewife in Sex, Lies and Videotape. She’s best known today as the face of L’Oreal), and his long suffering cameraman, Larry (Chris Elliott).
Phil sneers his way through the assignment:
Television really fails to capture the true excitement… of a large squirrel predicting the weather. I, for one, am very grateful to have been here.
But he’s be waylaid on his way out of town by a blizzard which he, a weatherman, failed to forecast. He returns to his quaint b&b in Punxsutawney, and awakens the next morning, eager to get the hell out of dodge.
But a funny thing has happened. As he hears the same radio tune (“I Got You Babe” by Sonny and Cher), and inane DJ banter, and looks out the hotel room window to see the same folks scurrying the same way to Gobbler’s Nob, he realizes it’s February 2 again. At first Phil can’t believe it. But, sure enough, he relives Groundhog Day over and over, and over and over, and over.
Phil’s attitude towards his predicament is at first negative. As the initial days pass, he’s confused, disbelieving, and then panicked. Trapped as he is, none of his goals, from the short term (getting out of podunk Punxsutawney and back to Pittsburgh) to the long term (getting hired by a big TV network) can possibly be realized.
But after a night out drinking with a couple of local guys at a bowling alley, Phil has an epiphany: all of his life he has, more or less, followed the rules. But if the slate is wiped clean every morning, he can do whatever he wants with no consequences. He decides that “I’m not going to live by their rules anymore.” He plays chicken with a freight train, drives into a mailbox, mocks a police officer, punches an annoying acquaintance, and takes up smoking and eating to excess. It doesn’t take him long to get craftier, setting long term plans in motion to steal money and seduce local women (by casually introducing himself one day, and using the information he learns about them to seduce them the next).
We catch the gist of Phil’s attitude by the tail end of his Groundhog Day speech:
…. who, as legend has it, can predict the coming of an early spring. The question we have to ask ourselves today is, “Does Phil feel lucky?”
Eventually, the allure unbridled hedonism wears off and Phil becomes depressed. He tries to kill himself in any number of hilarious and ingenious ways, from stealing Punxsutawney Phil and driving into them both into a quarry, to trying to electrocute himself with the b&b’s toaster and his bathroom tub. “I’ve killed myself so many times, I don’t even exist anymore.” he complains. He becomes unkempt and listless. When he raises the microphone to his mouth as groundhog Phil yet again sees his shadow, he intones:
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 grey, and it’s gonna last you for the rest of your life.
When repeated attempts at suicide fail, Phil becomes resigned to his fate. And then, a funny thing happens. He more or less accepts it. He decides to take up piano and ice sculpting. He gets to know the locals. He begins to appreciate Rita, and even Larry, as fellow professionals and people.
In case you are looking for a sure sign that this film is a geek cult classic, check out this post which figures out exactly how many days Phil was stuck, with tables and charts (the answer? 8 years, 8 months, and 16 days). And for the second sign that Groundhog Day is a geek classic, the director actually responded:
Director Harold Ramis responded: “I think the 10-year estimate is too short. It takes at least 10 years to get good at anything, and, allotting for the down time and misguided years he spent, it had to be more like 30 or 40 years…
By the end of the film, Phil has not only become an expert musician, card thrower, and French speaker, but he’s become good at life. He’s kind, caring, and concerned about others. His career is a distant second to other sources of meaning. He acknowledges his own imperfection and is less likely to point out flaws in others. He recognizes the value in human relationships, from close friendship to large community. He’s even heroic, changing flat tires, helping kids down from trees, and saving lives and marriages.
Again, his attitude is reflected in his reporting:
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.
I screened this film for my students recently, in place of another film I usually show: The Seventh Seal. We had just read some Sartre (Basically, this, but a better translation) and some Camus (the essay, The Myth of Sisyphus). It’s an ethics course, but I don’t teach existentialism as an ethic (after all these years, I am still not sure how one would). It’s easier for me to think of it as a pre-ethical or extra-ethical inquiry. That we have just read Nietzsche’s Genealogy of Morality, which pretty much questions the whole business of morality, helps students understand the much more expansive (or foundational) understanding of an “ethics” that modern French philosophers use.
I’ll focus on Sisyphus here. In Greek mythology, Sisyphus pissed off the gods, and was condemned to roll a boulder up a hill, only to have it roll back down, for all eternity. Sisyphus earned this particular punishment by beating the gods at their own game. He was extremely clever, even getting the better of Zeus on at least one occasion, and Zeus didn’t take kindly to it. After a mortal lifetime of seeing his myriad diabolical plans fulfilled, and his enemies foiled, eternal futility and fruitlessness was a perfect punishment for Sisyphus. As per usual, Zeus wins in the end.
Camus used the myth of Sisyphus as an allegory of the human condition. For Camus, the fundamental philosophical problem was the problem of suicide. That is, given that we don’t have to live, why should we? Sure, philosophers spend lots of time on other problems, like whether God exists, and the question of identity, but for Camus, none of that matters if we can’t get a satisfactory answer to the question of whether life is worth living.
For most people, a serious meditation on whether to continue living might be a cause for concern. But for Camus, it’s actually a sign of good existential health. He describes the feeling of “a universe divested of illusions and lights” as an exile status (a major theme in his fiction, for example, in The Stranger).
For most of us, most of the time, we are just sort of going through the motions of life. Camus called this “everyday sleep”. We tend to focus strongly on the future, without realizing that being on a timeline means we are headed towards death. Phil Connors was in this state, with his refusal to be fully participant in the present, and his focus on the time when he’d be hired by a big network.
But once the alienation occurs — and for Phil it occurred through external, supernatural means of a day actually repeating itself — we are open to a recognition of the absurdity of the world. When existentialists talked about absurdity, it wasn’t to say the world means nothing and everything is a joke. Quite the contrary. They felt that “crushing truths perish from being acknowledged.” We have to recognize that there is no prior meaning to our existence, or to the existence of anything, in order to open the possibility of the creation of meaning. The world is dense and strange. It is gratuitous, extra. There is no reason for any of it. It, and us, may as well not have existed.
Once we have this realization, we have a couple of choices (actually, 3, but I exclude one here). As Rita says in the film, ”I don’t know, Phil. Maybe it’s not a curse. It just depends on how you look at it.” We can either commit suicide, or we can recover through continuous revolt. To commit suicide is certainly one way of settling the absurd. Phil Connors tries it — several times. But, for Camus, suicide is the total acceptance of the fact that life has no meaning. It’s resignation. It’s the poorer choice.
Instead, Camus recommends a life of revolt. In revolt, one always has in mind the absurdity of life (we don’t go back to sleep), but one never gives in to it. We recognize our fundamental freedom, which releases us from everything unimportant, and helps crystallize our “passionate attention.” So, when Phil realizes he can do whatever he wants with no consequence, he plays around with society’s rules, but doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of his fundamental existential freedom. We think we are free, but our conception of what freedom is is so limited (to choose this or that college, this or that dessert, this or that shirt, this or that job, this or that partner) we really have no idea what freedom means. In the film, Phil Connors’s inability to kill himself is one way to illustrate his lack of freedom. It’s the film’s way of demonstrating how we give control of ourselves up to the habits and customs of daily life.
Passion is the third component of a life of revolt. Someone who embraces the absurd is free to be passionate, to seek rich and diverse experiences. This is what Phil does when he takes up piano, ice sculpting, and card throwing. It’s also what he does when he takes up love over seduction. Sisyphus seems pitiable and tragic, and he is, but he’s also very much like us. On a prosaic level, we do the same thing every day, too. We get up, shower, have coffee, make breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner, watch TV or read, sleep, and do it again. But on a deeper level, like us, Sisyphus’s fate is his choice (his punishment fits perfectly the life he chose for himself). He wouldn’t have the punishment if he were not conscious and free — it’s the conscious, temporal piece that makes it so unbearable. But without consciousness, there is no human being. Sisyphus is an absurd hero for Camus. He recognizes how pointless this rolling of the rock up this hill thing is. But he does it anyway, with passion, because he knows “his rock is this thing”:
He concludes that all is well. This universe without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
In the film, the passionate attention Phil finds is love for Rita. Rita is a world that has opened up for him, like the atoms of a stone opened a world for Sisyphus. As Phil says to her:
You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a mountain lake in the summer with your family. There’s a long, wooden dock and a boathouse… with boards missing from the roof… and a place you used to crawl underneath to be alone. You’re a sucker for French poetry and rhinestones. You’re very generous. You’re kind to strangers and children. And when you stand in the snow, you look like an angel.
As a romance reader, I liked the way Phil’s character transformation is charted by his relationships with women, and with Rita in particular. This movie is yet another example of how the romance is often more than a love story.
As a feminist, I’m not entirely thrilled with the way women are portrayed in this film, and Rita is a too perfect for me to like her (she drinks to world peace, for pete’s sakes) and too passive. Also, Phil’s transformation is a bit too thorough (although, OTOH, (a) it’s a comedy, and (b) actor Murray cannot help but seem a little off, no matter how sincere he tries to be). But I really like this movie, and I enjoyed watching it with my students and exploring existentialist themes. I’ll have a tough choice next year when I have to pick between Bergman and Ramis.





