This month, we’re paying tribute to an artist and a film beloved by our web site’s founder, the good and dearly missed Roger Ebert. If not for Roger’s love of Alex Proyas and “Darkish Metropolis,” I would by no means have given this unbelievable visible stylist and marvelously ornery iconoclast a second look. Nonetheless, our patron turned me right into a lifelong fan and believer. Even his most shameless blockbusters (“Gods of Egypt” particularly) sit very close to to my coronary heart, nevertheless it’s his ’90s work that has aged most splendidly. Ebert likened Proyas to early Ridley Scott, and it’s actually true the 2 artists have been pushed to create probably the most lasting and meticulous photographs of the style’s previous and future.
“Darkish Metropolis” has discovered an viewers within the years since its field workplace failure, however Proyas has but to have a second since its fall from grace. I’d like to offer him one now as we enter the darkness of fall and winter. Let’s depart a lightweight on. For him. And for Roger Ebert.
