Roger Ebert was a true lover of movies, and his opinion was the one I valued more an any other person in the field. He was the critic who everyone could read, but, at the same time, his words were so eloquent and succinct. Today would have been his 71st birthday. His death last year still leaves a void. No one wrote like Roger, and, I think, no one ever will.
A documentary based on his memoir, Life Itself, is set to open next month. I kept meaning to write about the trailer, but I never got around to it. I can't wait for it.
Happy Birthday, Roger!