I don't believe there's another comedian in the world as beloved as Bill Murray , certainly not by my generation, to whom he seems to speak volumes with his smart ass smirking. He's the smart guy with the quick wit who never had to lower himself to farting or cursing, the kind of guy I think most of my friends can relate to.
Not only can he do straight up comedy like Ghostbusters and Caddyshack, he has managed the monstrous feat of crossing over to heart-felt drama. If you think acting sincere is easy, why don't you ask Steve Martin, Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler and Robin Williams just how easy it was to make Shopgirl, The Majestic, Spanglish, and One Hour Photo. Better yet, ask yourself how easy it is to sit through those movies, then reward yourself with Rushmore and Lost in Translation.
Now I 'm not saying his record is spotless–if he were to die today his obit would read that “his last film to date was Garfield 2: ATale of Two Kitties”, a sequel that only lovers of the first movie can get behind. But when you're dealing with a genius like Murray, you have to give the guy the benefit of the doubt and assume he only did it for the money, or happens to be a genuine Jim Davis fan (they are out there).
Murray began his career with a then new and exciting show called Saturday Night Live. A show that once introduced the world to serious talent and featured funny skits but now shows stuff like this and made us all too aware of Jimmy Fallon.