**So, have you heard the New York Jets are playing this Sunday? Hmm, slipped my mind.
So if you only know Roger Ebert from his old television show with Gene Siskel, then you don’t know Ebert at all.
The man has been a fantastic critic for the Chicago Sun-Times for more than three decades. His reviews are incisive,
often hilarious, and sometimes poignant. His best reviews are, of course, of the movies that are truly wretched. Check out his review here of “Transformers 2.” The opening paragraph says it all:
“If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination.”
Anyway, Ebert’s a true giant of film criticism, and of newspaper writing in general. Tragically, he’s had some major health problems over the past few years, including a major stroke. His health has detoriated now to the point where not only can he not talk, he can’t drink, or eat food.
Still, his mind is working perfectly, and on his blog recently he wrote this beautiful elegy of what he’s missing, and how happy he is to still have his memories. He paints such vivid word pictures in his prose. It’s really a wonderful piece; check it out here.
**So as I’ve said before I’m a sucker for all of those “end of year” and “end of decade” things, and I thought I was all done with that now that we’re in mid-January.
But this, well, this was so damn cool. The American Society of Magazine Editors and the Magazine Publishers of America created this ad, showing the last 10 years through 92 magazine covers. It’s bloody brilliant. Enjoy.