Chaz Ebert, Wife Of Deceased Film Critic Roger Ebert, 'Used To Like Gene Siskel Better' | HuffPost
Chaz Ebert: Roger Smiled Right Before He Died and grandkids, Raven, Emil, Mark and Joseph, Roger “just yesterday was saying how his. Chaz Ebert, wife of the late film critic Roger Ebert, is hailed in the upcoming The sentiment changed as soon as she met Roger offscreen, she. Since Roger Ebert's death in , his wife Chaz says they still They first met after an AA meeting, and their connection was instant.
His main arguments were that they were too strict on sex and profanity, too lenient on violence, secretive with their guidelines, inconsistent in applying them and not willing to consider the wider context and meaning of the film. He wrote that he drew a distinction between films like Nosferatu and The Silence of the Lambswhich he regarded as "masterpieces", and those that had no content other than teenagers being killed. He leveled this charge against such films as The Night Porter. Herzog dedicated his film Encounters at the End of the World to Ebert, and Ebert responded with a heartfelt public letter of gratitude.
Ebert responded that "nobody would say such a thing to a bunch of white filmmakers: Asian-American characters have the right to be whoever the hell they want to be. They do not have to represent 'their people'! He was opposed to the practice whereby theatres lower the intensity of their projector bulbs in order to extend the life of the bulb, arguing that this has little effect other than to make the film harder to see.
Ebert wrote a further piece in response to Barker. He admitted that he barely played video games: He was a member of Alcoholics Anonymous and had written some blog entries on the subject. Ebert in May A supporter of the Democratic Party Ebert publicly urged liberal filmmaker Michael Moore to give a politically charged acceptance speech at the Academy Awards: I am still awake at night, asking how?
My choice is to not support abortion, except in cases of a clear-cut choice between the lives of the mother and child. A child conceived through incest or rape is innocent and deserves the right to be born.
I cannot believe in God. I refuse to call myself an atheist, however, because that indicates too great a certainty about the unknowable.
Inhe underwent surgery for cancer in his salivary glandwhich was followed up by radiation treatment. He was again afflicted with cancer in In June of that year, he had surgery to remove cancerous tissue near his right jaw. From his review of North I hated this movie. Hated hated hated hated hated this movie. Hated every stupid simpering vacant audience-insulting moment of it. Hated the sensibility that thought anyone would like it. Hated the implied insult to the audience by its belief that anyone would be entertained by it.
When a movie character is really working, we become that character. Pearl Harbor is a two-hour movie squeezed into three hours, about how on December 7,the Japanese staged a surprise attack on an American love triangle. Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie is about as close as you can get to absolute nothing and still have a product to project on the screen.
At one point it has its tongue nailed to the track and is dragged along the third rail; I hate it when that happens. I don't mean it's bad. A lot of bad movies are fairly throbbing with life. The wake lasts 90 minutes and then we can leave the theater. Halfway through, I was ready for someone to lead us in reciting the rosary. It takes us, shakes us, and make us think in new ways about the world around us. It gives us the impression of having touched life itself.
The nauseating sight of little Sly on a disco floor, dressed in the white suit from 'Saturday Night Fever' and dancing to 'Stayin' Alive', had me pawing under my seat for the bag my Subway Gardenburger came in, in case I felt the sudden need to recycle it. I probably wouldn't walk more than five blocks to see it again. And on a cold day I'd have to think about it. Dead by Dawn" is a comedy disguised as a blood-soaked shock-a-rama. It looks superficially like a routine horror movie, a vomitorium designed to separate callow teenagers from their lunch.
But look a little closer and you'll realize that the movie is a fairly sophisticated satire. Level One viewers will say it's in bad taste. Level Two folks like myself will perceive that it is about bad taste.
It is sad not because of the tragic lives of its characters, but because of their goodness and their charity. If I haven't retired by then, I will. How do you review a movie like this? I am reminded of an interview I once did with a man who ran a carnival sideshow. His star was a geek, who bit off the heads of live chickens and drank their blood. Caligula is sickening, utterly worthless, shameful trash. If it is not the worst film I have ever seen, that makes it all the more shameful: People with talent allowed themselves to participate in this travesty.
Disgusted and unspeakably depressed, I walked out of the film after two hours of its minute length. Vampires ] There's a girl dressed like a vampire standing in a window on Randolph Street, and if you can make her laugh, you get two free tickets to 'The Fearless Vampire Killers' I've cooked up a whizzero of an indoor contest. It works this way. First, you buy two tickets to 'The Fearless Vampire Killers, etc.
The night I went to see 'The Fearless Vampire Killers', for example, the whole audience would have won because nobody laughed. It is an ideal film for teenagers. Never have I disliked a movie character more. They say state-of-the-art special effects can create the illusion of anything on the screen, and now we have proof: It's possible for the Jim Henson folks and Industrial Light and Magic to put their heads together and come up with the most repulsive single creature in the history of special effects To see the snowman is to dislike the snowman.
Films like Fargo are why I love the movies. We Americans like to see evil in terms of guns and crime and terrorists and drug smuggling - big, broad immoral activities. We rarely make movies about how one person can be personally cruel to another, through their deep understanding of what might hurt the other person the most.
I don't think that was right. I did not count them myself, I saw the movie, but I forgot to start counting until too late. Harold, who is a bartender in the Old Town area, counted them on Friday afternoon, and we will have to take his word. Harold is not often mistaken in these matters. He has a keen eye and a good memory. This movie isn't the bottom of the barrel. This movie isn't below the bottom of the barrel. This movie doesn't deserve to be mentioned in the same sentence with barrels. A young man in a strait jacket try not to get ahead of the story, please was preparing to be suspended in mid-air hundreds of inches above the ground, and to escape, Houdini-style.
At the moment he was still standing on the sidewalk - but, believe me, it was still a better show. If memory serves, it is the same beach used for the opening scene of Attack of the Crab Monsters Crab monsters would be a relief, in fact, but what with the price of crabmeat these days they have all gone into different lines of work or simply dropped out of circulation. The next time you eat a crabmeat cocktail, reflect that it could be eating you.
I went back to the screening room two days later to view the missing reel. It was as bad as the rest, but nothing could have saved this film.
As my colleague Gene Siskel observed, "If the third reel had been the missing footage from Orson Welles ' The Magnificent Ambersons this movie still would have sucked. Here is a Swedish film which very nearly restores my faith in the cinema, demonstrating that all the other crummy movies I've had to sit through in this job weren't so bad. Not by comparison, anyway. I can report, however, why I didn't find The Jerk very funny.
It began to grind on me right at the beginning because it was depending on whats rather than whys for its laughs. It seems to me that there are two basic approaches to any kind of comedy, and in a burst of oversimplification I'll call them the Funny Hat and the Funny Logic approaches.
The difference is elementary: In the first, we're supposed to laugh because the comic is wearing the funny hat, and in the second it's funny because of his reasons for wearing the funny hat. A depressing number of people seem to process everything literally. They are to wit as a blind man is to a forest, able to find every tree, but each one coming as a surprise. The distribution system seems to be set up to turn every multiplex in this country into an idiot's convention.
I am against censorship and believe that no films or books should be burned or banned, but film school study is one thing and a general release is another. Any new Disney film immediately becomes part of the consciousness of almost every child in America, and I would not want to be a black child going to school in the weeks after Song of the South was first seen by my classmates.
It's saying something about a director's work when the most well-rounded and socialized hero in any of [Tim Burton's] films is Pee-wee Herman. One thing I've discovered is that I love my job more than I thought I did, and I love my wife even more! The point is not to avoid all Stupid Movies, but to avoid being a Stupid Moviegoer.
Zwigoff was plagued by agonizing back pain all during the period when he was making Crumb and slept with a gun under his pillow, he told me, in case he had to end his misery in the middle of the night. When Crumb Robert Crumb didn't want to cooperate with the documentary, Zwigoff threatened to shoot himself. Crumb does not often meet his match, but did with Zwigoff. When you ask a friend if Hellboy is any good, you're not asking if it's any good compared to Mystic Riveryou're asking if it's any good compared to The Punisher And my answer would be, on a scale of one to four, if "Superman" is four, then Hellboy is three and The Punisher is two.
In the same way, if American Beauty gets four stars, then "[The United States of] Leland" clocks in at about two. I'd like to see Michael Moore get up there and let 'em have it with both barrels and really let loose and give them a real rabble-rousing speech.
American films are usually about one or two stars and a handful of well-known character actors, while Europeans are still capable of pitching in together for an ensemble piece. To call it an anticlimax would be an insult not only to climaxes but to prefixes.
Sever ] A miniaturized assassination robot small enough to slip through the bloodstream would cost how much? And it is delivered by dart? How's this for an idea: There was a time when the feature was invariably preceded by a cartoon, and audiences smiled when they heard the theme music for "Looney Tunes" and "Merrie Melodies" from Warner Bros.
Cartoons have long since been replaced by 20 minutes of paid commercials in many theaters, an emblem of the greed of exhibitors and their contempt for their audiences. In those golden days, the cartoon and even a newsreel and a short subject was a gift from the management.
Basically this is a movie about a lot of people shooting at each other, and during the parts I liked, the action audience will probably go out to get popcorn, or a tattoo or something. You see Mitchum in bad movies, but you can never spot him being bad.
There are better movies opening every weekend. But 'Slither' has a competence to it, an ability to manipulate obligatory horror scenes in a way that works. Given my theory of the star rating system, which suggests movies should be rated by their genres, 'Slither' gets two if '28 Days Later' gets three.
On the third hand, a lot of people would probably enjoy 'Basic Instinct 2' more than 'Slither'. One of these days, I'm going to have to take that star rating system and feed it to a meat-eating slime-slug. I lean toward b. It's a lot of things, but boring is not one of them. I cannot recommend the movie, but Just because it's godawful?
What kind of reason is that for staying away from a movie? A Space Odyssey, but in how little. This is the work of an artist so sublimely confident that he doesn't include a single shot simply to keep our attention. He reduces each scene to its essence, and leaves it on screen long enough for us to contemplate it, to inhabit it in our imaginations. Alone among science-fiction movies, is not concerned with thrilling us, but with inspiring our awe.
If you can get anything more than that out of Betty Blue, consider it a bonus. European Gigolo ] Does this sound like a movie you want to see? It sounds to me like a movie that Columbia Pictures and the film's producers Harmony Korine's 'Mister Lonely' is an odd, desperate film, lost in its own audacity, and yet there are passages of surreal beauty and preposterous invention that I have to admire. The film doesn't work, and indeed seems to have no clear idea of what its job is, and yet sigh there is the temptation to forgive its trespasses simply because it is utterly, if pointlessly, original.
Is the universe deterministic or random? Is everything in some way preordained or does it happen by chance? If that questions sounds too abstract, wait until you see this film, which poses it in stark terms: What if we could know in advance when the Earth will end? So is life, most of the time. We don't wake up and immediately start engaging with plot points. But 'Ballast' inexorably grows and deepens and gathers power and absorbs us.
I always say I hardly ever cry at sad films, but I sometimes do, just a little, at films about good people. Revenge of the Fallen ] Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments.
One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys. I'm sure some of those got in by accident the modern golf tour has ads plastered on everything but the grassbut I'm fairly sure Subway paid for placement, since they scored one Subway sandwich eaten outside a store, one date in a Subway store, one Subway soft drink container, two verbal mentions of Subway, one Subway commercial starring Happy, a Subway T-shirt, and a Subway golf bag.
Halfway through the movie, I didn't know what I wanted more: Speaking in my official capacity as a Pulitzer Prize winner, Mr. Schneider, your movie sucks. The Rise of Cobra ] G. The Rise of Cobra is a minute animated film with sequences involving the faces and other body parts of human beings.
It is sure to be enjoyed by those whose movie appreciation is defined by the ability to discern that moving pictures and sound are being employed to depict violence Yet I say this movie is certainly better than 'Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'. Admittedly, it doesn't have as much cleavage. But the high-tech hardware is more fun to look at than the transforming robots, the plot is as preposterous, and although the noise is just as loud, it's more the deep bass rumbles of explosions than the ear-piercing bang of steel robots pounding on each other.
It is too vulgar for anyone under 13, and too dumb for anyone over We get outtakes, deleted scenes, flubbed lines and all the other versions of the Credit Cookie, which was once a cute idea but is getting to be a bore.
The credits go on and on and on. The movie is like a party guest who thinks he is funny and is wrong. The end credits are like the same guest taking too long to leave. At one point they at last mercifully seemed to be over, and the projectionist even closed the curtains, but no: There was Dana Carvey, still visible against the red velvet, asking us what we were still doing in the theater.
That is a dangerous question to ask after a movie like "The Master of Disguise. It gives poor Dana Carvey nothing to do that is really funny, and then expects us to laugh because he acts so goofy all the time. But acting funny is not funny. Acting in a situation that's funny-now that's funny.
It's not merely bad; it's unpleasant in a hostile way. Some movies run off the rails. This one is like the train crash in The Fugitive I watched it in mounting gloom, realizing I was witnessing something historic, a film that for decades to come will be the punch line of jokes about bad movies. Oh, I've seen bad movies before. But they usually made me care about how bad they were. Watching Mad Dog Time is like waiting for the bus in a city where you're not sure they have a bus line Mad Dog Time should be cut into free ukulele picks for the poor.
It's so bad, maybe you should pool your money and draw straws and send one of the guys off to rent it so that in the future, whenever you think you're sitting through a bad comedy, he could shake his head, and chuckle tolerantly, and explain that you don't know what bad is. New Moon ] The characters in this movie should be arrested for loitering with intent to moan.
Never have teenagers been in greater need of a jump-start. Granted some of them are more than years old, but still: A sweet but over-organized young woman named Anna He's pleasant, attentive, presentable and shares her goal of buying a condo in the best building in Boston.
He does nothing, absolutely nothing, wrong. For veteran filmgoers, he has one fatal flaw: He has a healthy head of hair, and every strand is perfectly in place. No modern movie hero can have his hair combed. Revenge of the Fallen ] 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.
- Chaz Ebert, Wife Of Deceased Film Critic Roger Ebert, 'Used To Like Gene Siskel Better'
- Chaz Ebert: Roger Smiled Right Before He Died
Then close your eyes and use your imagination. Don't kids simply humor their parents to get the dollar? I think it's more of a First-Date Movie. And if you like it, there may not be a second date.
It may well win. I can't imagine many people wanting to see the movie twice. There is another film this year that isn't in the "top five" or listed among the front-runners at all, and it's a profound consideration of the process of living and aging. It will be viewed and valued decades from now. You mark my words. Now that I no longer do the red carpet, I can say with pride I never once asked anyone, 'What are you wearing?
It's all about the marketing. I'm not opposed to 3-D as an option. I'm opposed to it as a way of life for Hollywood, where it seems to be skewing major studio output away from the kinds of films we think of as Oscar-worthy. Doing research on the Web is like using a library assembled piecemeal by pack rats and vandalized nightly. This time, I refuse to do it. The star rating system is unsuited to this film.
Is the movie good? It is what it is and occupies a world where the stars don't shine. Eclipse ] Of Taylor Lautner 's musculature, and particularly his abs, much has been written. Yes, he has a great build, but I remind you that an abdominal six-pack must be five seconds' work for a shape-shifter.
More impressive is the ability of both Edward and Jacob to regard Bella with penetrating gazes from 'neath really dope eyebrows. When my eyebrows get like Edward's, the barber trims them and never even asks me first. His films remind me of Days of Heaven by Terrence Malickin the way they are told as memories, as if all of this happened and is over with and cannot be changed; you watch a Green film not to see what will happen, but to see what did happen.
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The movie plays like a textbook for directors interested in how lens choices affect mood. By gradually lowering his camera, Lumet illustrates another principle of composition: A higher camera tends to dominate, a lower camera tends to be dominated.
As the film begins, we look down on the characters, and the angle suggests they can be comprehended and mastered.
By the end, they loom over us, and we feel overwhelmed by the force of their passion. If Lumet is not among the most famous of American directors, that is only because he ranges so widely he cannot be categorized.
Few filmmakers have been so consistently respectful of the audience's intelligence. I hope he is laughing all the way to his remedial writing class. If you attend this crap with friends who admire it, tactfully inform them they are idiots.