Roger Ebert finally gets around to reviewing Ben Stein's Expelled

best critic ever

But he destroys Stein and that piece of shit movie.

No wonder he won a Pulitzer. I know how hard life has been for him lately-I only wish healing and comfort for Mr. Ebert.

After Ebert's review, he sounds like a quack.

and an entertaining read. why is ben stein such a tool? roger ebert is at the top of his game.

And will be passing it on to a good friend who had become a passionate Fundie (and "Creationist")

pnorman

To tell you the truth, I have a hard time believing someone who's as smart as Stein believes in ID. I think it's part of his shtick. So, that makes him a liar more than an idiot. At least, that's my hypothesis. :) If only, we could devise the right experiment to test the hypothesis.

I'd never have the patience to wade through such blithering nonsense. The determination to do so is based on the faith that the people you are rebutting are open to argument -- and I see no evidence to suggest that is true, in even the smallest degree.

I think I'll start using "Ebert" as a verb, to describe any situation in which someone starts an argument they have no hope of winning, and are publicly overmatched : "Jeez, he really got Eberted when he said TCU would end up with a bowl game."

And even after eight months of 92% negative reviews, he even managed to highlight something I hadn't seen mentioned elsewhere: the filming of the supposedly foppish Dawkins being made-up for the cameras. What a deceitfully sad little film.

one of the most potent film reviews ever.

There's an art form to wacky theories. Like with Zechariah Sitchin -- a towering mind. He has used a brilliant synthesis of history and mythology to create a wacky theory of genius that will last for a long time; at least until we establish contact with our Space Brothers, who can then tell us what really happened.

But Creationism? It's a tawdry little superstitious jerkwater of a fear-inspired jape. It's a cigarette when you really want to chow down on an Amanita phalloides omelet. It's dating a depressive when you want to have wild sex with a mass murdering pervert. It's flipping a crossing guard the bird when you really want to kidnap and torture a dozen cops to death. It's placing an IED on the road, one that your cousin made from an empty Pepsi can, a chunk of C4 he bought from his girlfriend's uncle in the mob, and the broken glass from his car window -- when you really need to fly a jet aircraft into a skyscraper full of the atheist Zionist minions of Satan.

Speaking of which, it's Rudy Giuliani in a too-loud Mizrahi bustier when only Adolph Hitler's ghost with one testicle will do.

Alas, Ben Stein, possessed of a fine mind and dry wit, has chosen the low road. He could have spun a cinematic yarn worthy of Charles Chaplin or Billy Wilder, but settled for a fart joke that even Jackie Martling rejected.

--p!