The film breathes exhilarating life into its tired premise, thanks to some dazzling action choreography, stylish visuals and–most importantly–a vintage anti-hero performance from Keanu Reeves.
Roger Ebert became film critic of the Chicago Sun-Times in 1967. He is the only film critic with a star on Hollywood Boulevard 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. Since 1989 he has hosted Ebertfest, a film festival at the Virginia Theater in Champaign-Urbana. From 1975 until 2006 he, Gene Siskel and Richard Roeper co-hosted a weekly movie review program on national TV. He was Lecturer on Film for the University of Chicago extension program from 1970 until 2006, and recorded shot-by-shot commentaries for the DVDs of "Citizen Kane," "Casablanca," "Floating Weeds" and "Dark City," and has written over 20 books.
Thanks to Peanuts and baseball fan and old pal Mike Jones, head of the Illinois State Lottery.
Cold Dead Hand with Jim Carrey from Jim Carrey
PRESS RELEASE: CHAMPAIGN, Ill. -- Terrence Malick's 1978 film "Days of Heaven" won an Oscar for best cinematography, and Roger Ebert likely found that no surprise. It is "above all one of the most beautiful films ever made," Ebert said in a 1997 review. So it's only appropriate that the film will open the 15th annual Roger Ebert's Film Festival on April 17 in the big-screen, newly renovated Virginia Theater in downtown Champaign.
The eve of the birth of the great horse Secretariat, as recounted by William Nack, his bigrapher:
The story of Grandpa Joe and Secretariat.
I was never, however, as sentimental about Yo-Yos as I later became about movies and Yo-Yos --as this earlier blog entry makes clear
Click here for a page of the 2013 CAFC full speeches from the Award Ceremony.
And click here for the Honor Roll of Chicago Film Critics' complete list of winners of the 2013 Awards.
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I have watched with a kind of petrified fascination in recent years as the world creeps closer to what looks to me like disastrous climate change. The poles are melting. Ocean levels are rising. The face of the planet is torn by unprecedented natural disasters. States of emergency have become so routine that governors always seem to be proclaiming one. Do they have drafts of proclamations on file?
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A group of my losing entries, plus my one Winner, and the entry the cartoon editor said online that he liked but it didn't quite clear the bar on New Yorker's taste standards.
On St. Patrick's Day in Chicago, back in the day, it seemed as if a good portion of the revelers cycled through O'Rourke's Pub on North Avenue in Chicago. The juke box was loaded with the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. No wonder. Their records were permanently enshrined in the box, and the regulars knew all the lyrics. Note: The blog software insists on displaying some of this content more than once. I can't talk it out of doing that. I'm sure you will prove equal to the challenge.
On St. Patrick's Day I fell to thinking of Shay Duffin, who became a bit of a pal back in the 1970s when he came to Chicago with his one-man show, presenting an evening with Bendan Behan.
I found this online: A masterful example of an actor taking a routine red carpet interview and trying to run it all he way back for a touchdown. Look at the way he takes command of this interview, with a young woman who clearly hasn't a clue how to deal with him. She forgets his name, she forgets he's from Dublin, she cuts away, and still he's singing.
On St. Patrick's Day I fell to thinking of Shay Duffin, who became a bit ofa pal back in the19870s when he came rto Chcgowith his one-man show, presenting an evening with evening with Bendan Behan.
I found this online: A masterful example of an actor taking a routine red carpet interview and trying o run it all he way back foer a touchdown.
Look at the way he takes command of this interview, with a young woman who clearly hasn't a clue how to deal with him. She forgets his name, she forgets he's from Dublin, she cuts away, and still he's singing.