Juno plus Lolita.
From Ken Lowery, Dallas, TX:
I thought I'd send in my wishes for Roger Ebert's quick recovery. I know you've probably seen hundreds or thousands of these e-mails already, but every little bit means something in a situation like this.
I find myself oddly, personally afflicted by the news of the serious-but-stable condition. I'm 25 years old now, and have been following Mr. Ebert since I was about 13 years old -- he is and always has been my favorite critic, and was the principle inspiration in my pursuing the career myself. I think his supremacy in my mind really locked into place when I found out he seemed to be the only other person on Earth who liked "Dark City" as much as I did. (And I was just as astonished as he was when Siskel picked "Babe 2" as his movie of the year that year.)
Well, enough self-centered groping for understanding. I know he has family and friends, all deeply afflicted by this situation in a much more personal fashion. My wishes and prayers go to them, and you, too. When he comes out of it, let him know -- his life's work has transformed at least one person into a lifelong film lover.
A review of Steven Spielberg's "Ready Player One" from the SXSW Film Festival.
Netflix's "Wild Wild Country" is easily one of the craziest documentaries I’ve ever seen.
It's not uncommon to feel blue.