Groundhog Day horror riff sees its shadow. Review by Brandon Wolfe In Groundhog Day , Bill Murray’s soul-deadened weatherman Phil Connors is forced to relive the same dreary day over and over until he gets it right and learns to be a good person. During the course of his endless temporal hiccup, he must endure syrupy yokels, an obnoxious former classmate and the constant spurning of the woman he loves. But one thing Phil didn’t have to contend with on this metaphysical gauntlet of self-betterment was a masked psychotic with a knife murdering him ad infinitum. The question that Happy Death Day , the latest product rolling off the Blumhouse horror assembly line, asks is—what if he did? The Phil Connors surrogate here is the unfortunately named Tree Gelbman (Jessica Rothe), a self-centered mean girl blithely sowing chaos around her college campus. Tree spends each night in a drunken, bacchanalian stupor, breaks hearts for sport, engages in an affair with her married professor and is