LIFE ITSELF was for me extraordinary filmmaking. I'll admit I went to see it with some mild trepidation. I knew it would show the most recognized film critic of all time in the last months of his cancer-stricken life on this earth. I had seen pictures of Roger Ebert without any lower jaw-his chin and lips and gums hanging with little inside support. I couldn't see how viewing this ghastly invasion of a man's private torment would in any sense ennoble his life or embolden my appreciation. But I was wrong. Just plain dead wrong. ...
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