Beyond the Valley of the Dolls is Roger Ebert’s sole screenplay credit and it’s gonzo as hell. He takes a bunch of stock characters (and c-list actors and former Playboy playmates) and grinds them through enough ridiculous conflict to put a season of American Horror Story to shame.
Besides being an invaluable primer on the life of a man who was omnipresent in any discussion about movies for over 40 years, Life Itself has a surprising amount of raw emotion.
Yesterday, Roger wrote that cancer had returned, but he was hopeful. And he had big plans to continue writing and producing a new TV show. I retweeted Roger’s update, saying that it was a mixture of sad and exciting news. To find out today that he is gone is devastating.