God knows how many millions of dollars and hours of manpower went into making and remaking Geostorm but it turns out to have been all…
Roger Ebert became film critic of the Chicago Sun-Times in 1967. He is the only film critic with a star on Hollywood Walk of Fame and was named honorary life member of the Directors' Guild of America. He won the Lifetime Achievement Award of the Screenwriters' Guild, and honorary degrees from the American Film Institute and the University of Colorado at Boulder.
Chaz is the Publisher of RogerEbert.com and a regular contributor to the site, writing about film, festivals, politics, and life itself.
Matt Zoller Seitz is the Editor-in-Chief of RogerEbert.com, TV critic for New York Magazine, the creator of many video essays about film history and style, a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize in criticism, and the author of The Wes Anderson Collection. His writing on film and TV has appeared in The New York Times, Salon, New York Press, The Star-Ledger and Dallas Observer. (Banner illustration by Max Dalton)
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An article about Jackson Murphy's LCJ Chairathon 2017 scheduled for Tuesday, August 8th.
In trying to shake-off the political blues, an article highlighting various things that bring me joy.
Scout Tafoya's video essay series about maligned masterworks continues with a celebration of the late George Romero and "Survival of the Dead."
The great playwright and screen actor leaves behind a legacy of introspective, fascinating work, much of it having to do with America's self-image.
RogerEbert.com's Godfrey Cheshire is writing a book about Iranian cinema.
An article about Roger Ebert's induction into the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame slated for August 19th.
Wednesday, July 18, is the 20th anniversary of our marriage. How can I begin to tell you about Chaz? She fills my horizon, she is the great fact of my life, she has my love, she saved me from the fate of living out my life alone, which is where I seemed to be heading. If my cancer had come, and it would have, and Chaz had not been there with me, I can imagine a descent into lonely decrepitude. I was very sick. I might have vegetated in hopelessness. This woman never lost her love, and when it was necessary she forced me to want to live. She was always there believing I could do it, and her love was like a wind forcing me back from the grave.