We have some sad news to report today. Well, we always have sad news, but this is sad in that it’s about the end of the era and the inevitable passage of time, not the development of ignorance and prolonging of stupidity. You know, stuff about Uwe Boll’s movies.

Film critic Roger Ebert as well as fellow critic Richard Roeper will not be returning to their famous television show after 33 years on the air, according to the New York Times.

Now no disrespect to Mr. Roeper, but Ebert’s standing down doesn’t just represent the end of a great show. It’s the end of an era. I can’t think of a time when two critics, one of the most despised and hated occupations of all time next to tax collector and proctologist, were so revered and admired in their time.

He didn’t just say a movie was bad and tell you why. He could take you back in time, put you in the same seat he watched the theater from and helped you feel the same way he did while he watched the film whether you agreed with his opinions or not. This kind of talent made for some great reading, especially when the movie was bad. Ebert could rip a film apart the way a dog rips the meat off a T-bone, only Ebert would leave less of the bone. That wasn’t meant to be a fat joke, by the way.

So honor of this passing of an era in time, I leave with you perhaps one of his and former partner Gene Siskel’s best work, a review of the movie “Ishtar,” perhaps one of the worst films of all time. Watch how they don’t attack an obviously disappointing film. They slowly dissect it taking it apart piece by piece to slow you why it’s bad and to ensure it dies the slow, horrible death that it deserves.

I’ll spoil the ending for you. They give it two thumbs down.