It’s sad to note the death of a man who taught a generation the critical value of their thumbs and reviewed over 200 films a year for nearly half a centurty. Roger Ebert, you were right; you’re not going anywhere. Some memories: that time Ebert won the New Yorker caption contest, that time Ebert was profiled beautifully by Chris Jones for Esquire, that time Ebert co-wrote an incredibly campy screen play, that time Ebert looked frankly and clearly at mortality (and wrote wonderfully, lucidly about it), and that time he gave life itself two thumbs up. (Even if that last one’s from the Onion, they got it right and true.)
Two worthy Tumblrs, both aptly named and very likely exactly what you think: Project Gutenbolster and [the New York] Times Haiku.
“But today I’ll wear red. The red of a cherry / on a sword in a virgin/ cocktail I’ll have to sip / through a straw.” Jennica Harper has some poems for Sally Draper, but they’re also for you.
