Who is Roger Ebert

Roger Joseph Ebert (; June 18, 1942 – April 4, 2013) was an American film critic, film historian, journalist, screenwriter, and author. He was a film critic for the Chicago Sun-Times from 1967 until his death in 2013. In 1975, Ebert became the first film critic to win the Pulitzer Prize for Criticism. Neil Steinberg of the Chicago Sun-Times said Ebert "was without question the nation's most prominent and influential film critic," and Kenneth Turan of the Los Angeles Times called him "the best-known film critic in America."Ebert was known for his intimate, Midwestern writing voice and critical views informed by values of populism and humanism. Writing in a prose style intended to be entertaining and direct, he made sophisticated cinematic and analytical ideas more accessible to non-specia...
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Tha_dingus: i love roger ebert's review of halloween iii. he payed such little attention to the movie, that he thought the hospital robot assassin near the beginning was michael myers.
Dcuniverse: in his one-star review of 1987’s like father, like son, roger ebert described the film as “one of the most desperate comedies i've ever seen” and “dismally, painfully not funny.” but guess what, roger? i, at the time a child and the film’s target audience, loved it. checkmate.
Anitaleirfall: the movie is a classic case of "it's not what the film is about but how it is about it," as roger ebert would say. cries and whispers is unrelentingly claustrophobic, taking place almost entirely in a few rooms of the sisters' childhood manor...
Georgicusf: when you hear ‘ebert’ you think ‘roger’, i think ‘john david’ we are not the same
Drematurgy: roger ebert and his take on video games as not art. does anyone remember him? he was a big name film critic.
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A Woman-s Sonnets: Ii
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
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