I’ve loved movies since I was a little girl. I came by it honestly. My mother loved them, too. I grew up hearing her stories of how, every weekend, she paid a nickel to see a movie and a show, when she was young. A vaudeville act, a singer, a tap dancer, whatever.
Movies were her passion her entire life. In fact we were planning to go to a movie the afternoon she fell, and broke her hip. An event she never recovered from, unfortunately. So it shouldn’t surprise anyone to hear I could go to the movies every single day.
Which is why I can’t let the week go by without mentioning Roger Ebert.
In my opinion, he is as synonymous with the film industry as the 45-foot high Hollywood sign situated on Mount Lee, in the Hollywood Hills area of the Santa Monica Mountains, in Los Angeles. In my opinion, he is as synonymous with the film industry as the actors, themselves.
A phenomenon I bore witness to, every year at TIFF (Toronto International Film Festival). There he’d be, with his wife, holding hands as they walked from one theatre to the next. And wouldn’t you know, amid the hundreds and hundreds of critics, reporters and journalists who were also there, he’s the one who always stood out. He had as Continue reading →