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- Mar 20, 2014
Cole's review of Life Itself, the documentary on Ebert's life, is pretty hilarious. There's an awful lot of passive-aggressive slating going on. It can be boiled down to:
1. Roger Ebert wasn't as good as everyone says he was.
2. He should have stopped writing long before he did.
3. What he did achieve was pointless and stupid and no one cares about Pullitzer prizes anyway.
4. He was a bit of a bastard sometimes. Did you know that he was an alcoholic who used to visit prostitutes? I'm not judging him, but just sayin'.
5. I mean, I do still respect him. I just feel that it's my duty as a journalist to give you a balanced view about the hooker-using, alcoholic, underling-bullying, credit-stealing, overrated, beloved critic.
6. BAWWWWWWWW
Holy shit it's amazing.
This is an entire paragraph, unedited:
Beyond its obligatory stream of talking-head interview segments with filmmakers, friends, and fellow critics, a good 30% of the film is spent with Ebert after his lower jaw had been removed — the result of his 2006 thyroid cancer surgery which left him unable to speak or eat. He used a laptop computer to serve as his voice (think Stephen Hawking). The grim reality of Ebert’s diminished state nauseates, and calls into question why the egotistical critic extended his career beyond his own physical limitations. Roger Ebert won a Pulitzer Prize back in 1975 — an honor that would signify a career high for anyone else. Only four other film critics have won the award since — not that the Pulitzer is any different from any other award (read hollow).
1. Lots of people yadda yaddaing about Roger Ebert.
2. Most of it's about his life after his surgery.
3. His surgery is YUCK!
4. What an egotistical fuck, continuing to write rather than just dying!
5. He won a Pulitzer (the first film critic to ever do so)
6. Not that I care!!
These thoughts are all connected, and valid, in the labyrinth of Cole's mind.