Born and raised in Urbana-Champaign, Roger Ebert left his mark everywhere—as a sportswriter for The News-Gazette when he was 15, at Urbana High School as Senior Class President and co-editor of The Echo student newspaper,
The Chicago Film Critics Association announces the line-up for the 13th Chicago Critics Film Festival, running from May 1-7, 2026 at the historic Music Box Theatre. A blend of new and familiar voices, this year’s
In November, the time change hits hard, not just in places that observe Daylight Saving Time. The darkness seems to creep in earlier and earlier every day, everywhere, as we barrel towards the end of
“His name is Nuppeppo. Japanese monster,” the man sitting next to us said, grimacing and holding up his fingers like claws. He was wearing a headband that made it look like an axe was buried
Before I sat down to watch the documentary about him, I had only heard the name Sato Tadao once. It was in an article by Roger Ebert, a piece about Yasujiro Ozu’s rise in popularity
At all of its previous stops—Austin, Toronto, Los Angeles, New York—the Criterion Mobile Closet has attracted throngs of cinephiles hoping to pick their favorite films and shoot their very own closet videos. Its latest appearance
About midway through Kent Jones’ “Late Fame,” I heard the last thing I ever expected to hear at the New York Film Festival: the voice of Ezra Pound. The aged speaker is not identified, nor
I left the 82nd Biennale of film gratefully exhausted. And to be honest, my gratitude and my exhaustion were of almost equal measure. When I was in my twenties, seeing three or four or even
Locarno Film Festival’s yearly, rotating retrospective is almost always the best and surest ticket in town. Take last year’s Columbia 100 celebration, “The Lady With The Torch,” which showed 44 classics and rarities (mostly on
Memory is a funny thing. It can form and unwind us, ground and unmoor us. It can also trick us, probably because it’s so aligned with the fluidity of time. In this latest Locarno dispatch,