This is one of 3 movies I rewatch once a year and every time I process it differently. I recognize its problems, but damn it, I cry every time.

The gall to portray Bill Murray as the problematic sad sack he actually is!

The sometimes-pleasant-sometimes oppressive emptiness to the sound design!

When Charlotte roasts Bob for his midlife crisis when they meet, though they're going through the same thing! (Later: "Does it get easier?" / "No. Yes.")

The part that…