From March 20, 2017.
Today, I saw “Groundhog Day” listed as a “classic” movie.
I think I saw it once, and don’t remember hating it, so calling it a “classic” in that sense didn’t bother me, especially since AMC long since rendered “American” “movie” and “classics” as negotiable terms.
No, what bothered me is that this “classic” came out in 1993 — either late in my junior or early in my senior year of college. Let’s be honest … “classic” means “old,” meaning the people who remember it are … ummmm, not young.
“A movie that came out when I was in college can’t be old!” I thought, because, of course, that means I’m old.
But then I thought about it some more. In 1993, a 24-year-old movie would have come out in 1969 … the year my 60-something father graduated from high school. I would have called it old, and I know I called him old.
“Groundhog Day” didn’t do much for me, but what about “Four Weddings and a Funeral,” another Andie MacDowell movie that’s one of my favorites? It came out in 1994.
“Bull Durham,” my favorite movie? 1988 (although I didn’t see it until years later).
I hate getting older.