Oh, god, Bill Murray reruns...!

Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

Actually, I enjoy any movie where Bill Murray tries to seduce women by exuding the boyish charms of an allegedly bashful cutup who stuffs jellybeans up his nose ... over and over and over until he gets it right. Pshaw. Screw Bill Murray. We're watching Blues Brothers tonight instead of the Super Bowl.

I agree with one thing. Murray's personal best fillum was Lost in Translation, with Bob Wiley ("It's the wrong movie, Gromit!") drowning in Sophia Coppola's racist blue funk Tokyo. It would be fun to mark up the Icelandic dub with random excerpts from Ulysses in Nighttown as subtitles. The final whispering tongue in Charlotte's ear could be done in English, perhaps "Meat me in Sarajevo."