You couldn’t help but wonder if this year’s Ebertfest was going to be the last.
I grew up in the Chicago suburbs in the 1990s and early 2000s, and Ebert was in our house on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays
I have to make a screening so this has to be a short one. Insert acknowledgement of the double entendre.
If you’re like me, you enjoy that hearty, full-bodied, elemental component of language that is the swear word.
The unique thing about the festival is that no one is trying to sell their movie.