Friday, September 23, 2011

An Elegiac Intrusion: Life and Movies

"I just realized a good portion of this movie is about talking to people on the phone and going to meetings. Do you think that's going to fly?"

I'm reading Roger Ebert's memoir, Life Itself, and it's lovely so far. Filled with details about his life and childhood he claims that he was only able to recall after loosing the ability to speak. His tales of growing up in Urbana-Champaign evokes some long lost Rockwellian ideal. Seems like his generation was the last innocent one, a romantic notion, but probably true. Ebert has always appealed to the common man. His reviews are in plain English, they don't hide behind obscure references or theories that only academics would appreciate. He reviews in the first person because, according to him, how else would he write? He also proclaims that he's never missed a deadline.  I cannot proclaim the same.