A paragon of cinema criticism for decades; Roger Ebertmdash;with his humor; sagacity; and no-nonsense thumbmdash;achieved a renown unlikely ever to be equaled. His tireless commentary has been greatly missed since his death; but; thankfully; in addition to his mountains of daily reviews; Ebert also left behind a legacy of lyrical long-form writing. And with Two Weeks in the Midday Sun; we get a glimpse not only into Ebert the man; but also behind the scenes of one of the most glamorous and peculiar of cinematic rituals: the Cannes Film Festival.More about people than movies; this book is an intimate; quirky; and witty account of the parade of personalities attending the 1987 festivalmdash;Ebertrsquo;s twelfth; and the fortieth anniversary of the event. A wonderful raconteur with an excellent sense of pacing; Ebert presents lighthearted ruminations on his daily routine and computer troubles alongside more serious reflection on directors such as Fellini and Coppola; screenwriters like Charles Bukowski; actors such as Isabella Rossellini and John Malkovich; the very American press agent and social maverick Billy ldquo;Silver Dollarrdquo; Baxter; and the stylishly plunging necklines of yore. He also comments on the trajectory of the festival itself and the ldquo;enormous happinessrdquo; of sitting; anonymous and quiet; in an ordinary French cafeacute;. And; of course; he talks movies.Illustrated with Ebertrsquo;s charming sketches of the festival and featuring both a new foreword by Martin Scorsese and a new postscript by Ebert about an eventful 1997 dinner with Scorsese at Cannes; Two Weeks in the Midday Sun is a small treasure; a window onto the mind of this connoisseur of criticism and satire; a man always so funny; so un-phony; so completely; unabashedly himself.
2016-03-10 2016-03-10File Name: B01CSNNOQI
Review
