I suppose that now is not a good time to admit that my 10yo DD's favorite movies (aside from The Princess Bride and Monty Python anything) were
Little Miss Sunshine and
Groundhog Day. At 12, she developed a fondness for
A Fish Called Wanda. 
I feel like a horrible person for admitting that, somehow. (I'm kind of reliving that awful moment at the homeschool day where my 4yo happily announced to the entire lab group-- that she knew exactly what a necropsy was, and that she intended to be a forensic pathologist and she LOVED watching CSI, even if some of that stuff wasn't very realistic...

Yeah, good times. EVERY other parent looked at me as though I ought to be reported to... well, somewhere.)