Apparently, The Bucket List is a dreadful movie. Joe Posnanski talks about the collapse of Rob Reiner’s career here.
I got a break in the blogosphere by attacking Roger Ebert’s review of Sicko, but I attacked it because I like him as a critic, especially when he says things like this.
‘ve never had chemo, as Edward and Carter must endure, but I have had cancer, and believe me, during convalescence after surgery the last item on your bucket list is climbing a Himalaya. Your list is more likely to be topped by keeping down a full meal, having a triumphant bowel movement, keeping your energy up in the afternoon, letting your loved ones know you love them, and convincing the doc your reports of pain are real and not merely disguising your desire to become a drug addict. To be sure, the movie includes plenty of details about discomfort in the toilet, but they’re put on hold once the trots are replaced by the globe-trotting.
I hate the cliche of movie cancer.