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By far, the most moving, beautiful, inspirational thing I read all week was the Esquire profile of Roger Ebert. I actually read it in print first, as that's one of the magazines I subscribe to. Yes... crazy, I know... I still like my actual paper media. I feel like a bad internet professional, especially since most of that content shows up online within days of me getting my issue in the mail.
If you haven't read the piece yet, it's amazing. And it's amazing because Roger is amazing. I had a few encounters with him at Sundance this year, all in passing, and I felt like I was imposing no matter what. I've dined with Roger in the past, and he once drove me around Champaign-Urbana in the middle of the night, telling me stories about his student days, which was one of those moments where I almost felt like I was having an out of body experience, it was so surreal. It is impossible to overstate the impact that he's had on film criticism, and what I find most dazzling about him is the way he continues to have that impact, and how his voice has only gotten clearer and stronger and more vital in the days since he spoke his last words aloud. You should also ready his follow-up to the interview for a nice look at how it feels to be profiled like that.