God bless Roger Ebert, Margaret Thatcher, Carmine Infantino and Annette Funicello. None of them were perfect. Hands across America.
Here's one thing Siskel, Ebert and I all have publicly agreed one more than once each: Pauline Kael was as good as it gets. She wasn't on television as much as her reviews were generally lengthier and livelier than anyone's, and certainly just as opinionated. Before virtually any of her peers, she was unafraid to dislike ANY film. Even SHOAH. And for one glorious year in 1983, she liked all the same movies I did.
No defilement there. And no canonization.