What Roger Ebert Meant to Me
I do not think that Great Roger Ebert was an infallible film critic. I think he had a tendency to like too many movies, to be too pig-headedly stubborn in his dislike of others, and his long-held belief that video games are not, nor can ever be, art is one that still rankles sorely in this household.
Yet I love Roger Ebert, faults and all. And when I heard that he died yesterday, I was very, very sad.
In many ways, I am a product of what Ebert (and Siskel) did with their radio show then television show in the seventies and eighties. Ebert (and Siskel) brought film criticism to the masses, made it not just about watching the movies but talking about them afterwards, and made it okay and acceptable for everyone to do this, not just those trained in journalism or film techniques. Ebert (and Siskel) bridged the gap between the “elite critics” and us couch critics, testifying that it was alright if we had an opinion too. Everyone’s allowed.
But while I appreciate that about Ebert, that’s not why I’ll miss him. Perhaps that’s the biggest impact he has had on me subconsciously, but much more acutely, I’ll miss his film criticism.
When I started seriously delving into film and film study in 2005/2006, it didn’t take me long to discover Ebert’s book The Great Movies. This and its two sequels, after 1001 Movies, are my go-to film books. In it, Ebert doesn’t simply pick the best films from a certain year, but instead, writes about the greats. There is no ranking – the films are arranged alphabetically – and Ebert himself states that the one hundred movies in volume one are not the one hundred best, they are simply the first one hundred great films he wrote about.
I greatly respect this approach to film criticism. Don’t get me wrong, I love making lists, rating films, assigning rankings, but it’s hard. There are a lot of movies out there that I just love. And I love that Ebert felt the same way and said “I want to write about these greats without bothering to rank them. So here they are, here’s a hundred of them, there’s more where that came from.”
The fact that he loved film so absolutely is also inspirational. Yeah, I thought he could get a bit overexcited about films I didn’t think were all that great, but really, it just goes to show his enthusiasm for the medium. And that’s so important. I never want to get cynical about the movies. I will not – I WILL NOT – watch a movie if it feels like work. That will sully the experience. If that means it takes longer for me to finish the list of films I’m working on, then so be it. But I’m okay with that in part because of Ebert’s enthusiasm. He loved movies. He really did.
And he loved so many different kinds of movies. When you look at the titles in his The Great Movies, there are films from every genre. He was all about keeping an open mind. I carry that philosophy with me. Perhaps I may need reminding of it every now and then, but it’s definitely worth remembering.
And then there are the essays themselves. I love Ebert’s writing. He has a wonderful sense of balancing the personal with the technical. He knows how to describe his perhaps illogical love for something so well, and then go on to discuss the symbolism of the lighting choices in key scenes. I love how free he was in including personal anecdotes in his essays. He realized that he, as an audience member, was part of the film’s experience, and he included himself when he wrote. Ebert was never “removed” from the article or essay, oh no. He was there all over the place. He wasn’t afraid to make his film criticism about his personal taste or experience.
And frankly, that’s what I love most about Ebert, and what I’ll miss most about him. His writing is such a perfect balance between the technique and the passion of filmmaking, it almost makes me sad to think I’ll never come close to being that good. Ebert is my biggest inspiration when I write about film. I want to write about film the way that he did. It honest to goodness makes me very very sad to think we’ll never get any new reviews from him, no new essays from him, no new personal anecdotes about the time he saw City Lights in a piazza in Italy.
When I started writing more about film, I tried a couple different writing styles, but I kept on coming back to Ebert’s. His writing is what engaged me most as a reader. Naturally this is what I would gravitate towards as a writer myself.
I’ll miss you, Roger Ebert. I really will. You are my single greatest inspiration in this crazy hobby of film-blogging.