I won’t go so far as to say that I felt like I knew Roger Ebert, but I did think of him as a mentor. I felt like if I ever met him again we would fall easily into a conversation about movies and in talking about movies we would be talking about ourselves too. I always felt like that would happen. The drive home from work was extra-long last Thursday after I heard that Ebert had passed away. I thought about why I had that feeling. Roger Ebert’s movie reviews were not just reviews. They were first person personal essays, the key word being “personal.” He was telling you about his experience with a movie, how it made him feel, and what it made him think about. Whether he was on television or in print he did not speak with authority but with knowledge and enthusiasm, and his enthusiasm was such that his words could become poetic. His tone was always casual, never didactic. He was able to capture some of the magic that is the movies.
I watched At the Movies, in all its forms, every chance I had. It was difficult since the local television stations would move the show all over their schedule. In college, when I often slept till noon or later on weekends, I made myself wake up early on Sunday mornings to watch Ebert and Roeper talk about the week’s releases. I sat on the couch in my pajamas eating cereal and watching that show just like I did when I was 9. The internet made things easier. I could watch At the Movies online in case I missed it on TV, and I could read Ebert’s print reviews on his website. The backlog of his reviews, going back to 1967, was a treasure trove for me. I really enjoyed reading his reviews of notable movies from years past. I even enjoyed reading the bad reviews for movies that I liked; it was still great prose. When I had to write papers for my film classes, I tried to write like Ebert. When I started to write movie reviews, I tried to write like Ebert, without fear and always with honesty.
I know for
sure that I’ll always be a little sad that my childhood hero is gone. I know
for sure that Roger Ebert influenced countless film critics, journalists,
filmmakers, and moviegoers. I know for sure that the two best parts of going to the
movies are when the lights dim and the screen begins to move, and the
conversation afterwards. I know for sure that I’ll still read his reviews
online and in books. I know for sure that I’ll still try to write like him when I write
about movies. I know for sure that when everyone else disagrees with me about a
movie, I’ll think of Ebert and not tailor my opinion to anyone but myself. I know for sure that I’ll be
going to movies or watching them at home for the rest of my life. And I know
for sure that I have four people to thank for my love of movies and the major
role they play in my life: my parents and Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert.
Thank you, Gene.
Thank you, Roger.
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