The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Thumbs down, cancer


Yeah, so, Roger Ebert died.

He died of cancer. He was 70.

Roger Ebert was a hero of mine. Not only was he an amazing writer, but he was a good person. I have read several of his books, and I watched his show all the time back in the day. He introduced me to so many movies I might have never seen – classics, independent films.


Before I started writing content for a printing company, before I was a TV critic for a newspaper, before I was a neighborhood reporter, I wanted to be a movie critic.

I was pretty young when I decided that I wanted to be a writer. I think I was in the 7th or 8th grade when I asked for an electric typewriter so I could work on “my plays.” In high school, my desire to be a writer turned into a desire to be a movie critic like Roger Ebert, who I was reading in the paper and watching on TV. I was  really shy kid, but somehow I worked up the courage to write movie reviews for the high school paper. I remember correctly predicting that Edward James Olmos would get an Oscar nomination for “Stand and Deliver” and feeling really smart and cool.

Eventually, I reviewed movies for the San Francisco Independent and the Peninsula Independent newspapers. I wrote two movie reviews for The Examiner when I was a TV critic. They were vaguely TV-related movies: “From Justin to Kelly” (the “American Idol” movie) and “Jackass,” which I gave four stars, and I was told I wouldn’t be reviewing movies for the paper again. HA!

Throughout the years, I read Ebert’s reviews and his books.  I do believe that they had a strong influence on my writing.

There are a few people I can point to as heroes: my mom, my husband, George Carlin, Tina Fey, Bugs Bunny and Roger Ebert.

Thank you for everything, Mr. Ebert.


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

2 thoughts on “Thumbs down, cancer

  1. Bug Bunny was a comic genius.

  2. I feel honored!!! to be listed in that group….Love Mom

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