Nothing here deserves to be characterized as morbid. Indeed, quite the opposite.
The eponymous Roger Ebert.
I'm in Urbana. My bag isn't. (It's an old canvas backpack thing that I never should have checked anyway. Now I'm paying for it.) I'll be reporting from Ebertfest this week, but I'm heartbroken that, for now at least, Roger won't be here. In case you haven't checked out his brand new, under-construction blog, Roger Ebert's Journal, please do so. Roger writes:
The 10th Anniversary Ebertfest begins tonight in Urbana-Champaign. It is with some melancholy that I write these words on a legal pad in a hospital bed in Chicago. After consulting with my doctors, I have decided it may not prudent to try to make the journey today with a fractured hip....
This message came to me from a reader named Peter Svensland. He and a fr...
One of the most important and dazzlingly original works by Coppola comes to Criterion Blu-ray.