Tuesday, April 26, 2005
As long as we're on the topic, Roger Ebert is getting his own star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame June 23. Silly, but deserved. He was the first film critic to win a Pulitzer for criticism (now the committee hands them out like candy to film critics -- Stephen Hunter at the Post, Joe Morgenstern at the WSJ). But now Ebert will be the first and only critic on the walk. Staying one step ahead, I see. As soon as Hunter and Morgenstern get their stars, they'll probably send Ebert to the moon. Can't you see the headlines? CRITIC WALKS ON MOON.
All seriousness aside, the man has cultivated a media image that distracts from his true merits. Most people know Ebert as the dyspeptic man on television, waving his thumb this way and that. Fat Ebert. Movie(critic)star Ebert. His opinions have been distilled to a "Two thumbs up!" (I guess he's not doing much to disspell the image in the above photo, at the Beverly Hills premiere of 'The Terminal'). Unfortunate, I say, because his criticism and essays are invaluable. As purely a journalist covering film, Ebert is unmatched. And he's also not fat anymore. He's rather fit, post-cancer and -surgery.
He is not a blatant polemic like Pauline Kael was. He's not overly academic like James Agee was. He's not glib like Mike Clark is forced to be at USA Today. He doesn't intend to be as much a media whore as Leonard Maltin. He writes with passion and wit and clarity. No one else comes close to the level of honesty in his artistry. And that is what he's made of criticism: an art.
He's published many books; his "Great Movies" series is a fine compilation of reflections and his "Book of Film" is a priceless grouping of essays by every manner of person on every manner of film. With his annual Overlooked Film Festival, he uses his clout to get great underdogs noticed.
At Telluride last September, I engaged the man in conversation for a half-mile walk between theaters. He was not the least bit interested in me, or what I had to say, but who cares. I'll only be insulted when he stops writing.
Here are links to three of my favorite reviews/essays by Ebert:
review of My Life without Me
review of Seed of Chucky
essay on E.T. -- The Extra-Terrestrial