His doctors gave him six to 16 months, but it turned out he only had five. But just as soon as the cameras began to roll in December 2012, Ebert found himself back in the hospital with a mysterious hip fracture that weeks later would be attributed to a recurrence of the cancer, this time on his spine. The plan was for James to film Ebert in his natural habitat: attending screenings, working on his blog, writing reviews and holding court with friends and family. He has cancer, but cancer clearly doesn’t have him, even though at the time of filming it had already robbed him of his three favorite things: the ability to eat, drink and talk. No matter how dire the news, Ebert always manages a quip and a smile. As a person living with cancer, I drew vast inspiration from Ebert’s brave, on-camera fight against the hideous disease during the final five months of his life. Perhaps I’m too close to the subject to be completely objective, but I gotta tell you, this film devastated me.
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