I have to tell you. I had to look several times at this picture before I realized who it was.
Good for you, Roger Ebert!
He's been down for the count since June of last year. A surgery for cancer of the salivary gland wound up requiring the removal of his jaw bone. The operation also necessitated a tracheotomy. Then, several surgical procedures to replace the jaw bone prompted excessive bleeding and had to stopped before completion.
He can't speak yet. He is the first to admit he now looks something from a casting call for Raging Bull. But, he just made his first public appearance in a year at his own film festival.
And, more importantly, he is still writing movie reviews.
His mind is alive and well.
And that's why the printed word is so cherished.
Dinner last night: Post "Waitress" French Dip sandwich at the Arclight.
1 comment:
Way too creepy. No need to show us. Even worse than Siskel's return to the show pre-croaking.
Can't people stay out of the limelight when they're seriously ill?
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