NEW YORK – Roger Ebert was way more than the movie critic for the Chicago Sun-Times.
He was that, of course, inimitably, over the course of a 46-year career at the paper. In the late 70s, Ebert rose to national fame as the co-host, with Gene Siskel, of the companionably kvetchy PBS film-review show Sneak Previews, which would later be syndicated as Siskel and Ebert at the Movies and would run under that title until Siskels death from cancer in 1999.
A few years later, when the Internet had begun its work of reducing journalism as Eberts generation had known it to smithereens, he reinvented himself as a prolific blogger, tireless tweeter and link-finder extraordinaire.
Simultaneously, Ebert became a passionate advocate for overlooked movies and a fosterer of young critics careers, with projects like the yearly Ebertfest in Champaign, Ill., or his global network of Far-Flung Correspondents, young critics from around the world – Turkey, Brazil, the Philippines – who contribute regularly to his site, rogerebert.com.
In the course of his 70-year-long life – he was born the year after Pearl Harbor and died the year after Gangnam Style – Ebert witnessed massive shifts in American history and global politics and journalism and technology, not to mention cinema and popular culture. But he remained relentlessly modern, always alive to the particularity of the current moment he was living and curious about the one that would come next.
It was that quality – paired with a seemingly bottomless reserve of intellectual and physical energy – that made him so keenly observant as a critic and such a master of the epigrammatic, fast-flowing Twitter form.
Even when he was debating gamers offended by his statement that video games could never be art, the charge that Ebert was somehow a calcified 20th-century fuddy-duddy was too ridiculous to stick. How many sexagenarian movie critics are out there pondering the question of the aesthetics of new media, marshaling everything from cave paintings to Aristotle to the films of Georges Méliès as evidence for their argument? Later, as he often did when his ideas caused pushback, Ebert reconsidered, apologizing to gamers (if not retracting his opinion) in a post hilariously titled Okay, Kids, Play on My Lawn.
It was in the last seven years of his life, after he lost most of his lower jaw to cancer and, with it, the ability to eat, drink or speak – a loss he describes unforgettably in his glorious 2010 blog post Nil by mouth – that Ebert truly seemed to expand as a writer and thinker, his sphere of influence and the reach of his generosity steadily increasing even as his once-hefty body grew smaller and frailer.
It wasnt just that he inspired people by soldiering on through illness and disability (though that was certainly the case). It was that Ebert somehow seemed more powerful and prolific in this late incarnation than he had before, his already formidable life force ever more focused on the urgent, everyday task of writing and joking and arguing about the things that really matter in life. Movies, yes, still and always movies, but also politics and music and friendship and love and addiction and even, incredibly, food – more than four years after the last bite of solid food had passed his lips, Ebert published a cookbook about dishes that could be made in a rice cooker, the kind of dishes he still enjoyed preparing for his wife of 20 years, Chaz, and their friends. (In an expansive blog post outlining his one-pot cooking philosophy, he dedicates his simple-to-make recipes to You, solitary writer, artist, musician, potter, plumber, builder, hermit. You, parents with kids. ... You, in the witness protection program. You, nutritional wingnut. You, in a wheelchair.)
Cooking tips from a man who can no longer eat – thats Roger Ebert all over.
In a wonderful mutual interview Ebert and Siskel did for the Chicago Tribune in 1998, Ebert responds to Siskels criticism that he tends to go too easy on cheap exploitative schlock with this telling reply: I also have the greatest respect for you, Gene, but if you have a flaw, it is that you are parsimonious with your enjoyment, parceling it out as if you are afraid you will prematurely expend your lifetime share.
Joy – in movies, in conversation, in language, in life – was not something that Roger Ebert meted out parsimoniously.
He had more than enough to last a lifetime, and now that hes gone, hes left so much behind.