In the last of her dispatches from Ebertfest, Slate’s Dana Stevens wrote that one of her indelible memories from the occasion would be “Tilda Swinton leading a conga line of audience members through the aisles of the Virginia Theatre in an 11 a.m. ‘dance-along,’ as Roger’s wife Chaz, just over two weeks into widowhood, boogied onstage alone to Barry White’s ‘You’re the First, the Last, My Everything.’ ”
Happily, that unlikely event was filmed, and it is as surreal and celebratory as it sounds. Enjoy.
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