Tomorrow is the 10-year anniversary of the death of film critic Gene Siskel.
No, it doesn't seem that long ago, but I suppose it would have to be, considering that I saw Pandora's Box with Red Secretary and her then-boyfriend at the Gene Siskel Film Center in 2002.
Roger Ebert has written a lovely tribute to his longtime TV partner, providing context and background on a deep friendship that, from the public's perspective, often looked like it was constantly on the verge of degenerating into a literal fistfight. It seems to boil down to a relationship closer to brotherhood--brothers can pick on (or, when it comes down to it, beat up) each other, but woe be unto anyone else who picks on either of them.
One part of Ebert's tribute struck a more personal note for me:
He was a bachelor when I first met him, living in an apartment that was said to resemble a bachelor's nightmare. I never saw it. Few did. When he got serious about Marlene and realized he would sooner or later have to take her there, he asked his sister to clean it up "just enough so I can have a cleaning person come in." I gather it wasn't filled with rotting Kentucky Fried Chicken or anything. It was simply filled with everything he had ever brought home and put down, still there wherever it landed, and had never been dusted.
Sounds a lot like La Casa del Terror.
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Yep, Siskel's apartment does sound very much like La Casa del Terror. And nothing like my crib. Could two best friends have more divergent housekeeping habits? Good thing we never decided to be roomies...although I loved The Odd Couple back in the day.
10 years? Wow.
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