I can't say I'm all that passionate about games as art, since I don't know I've ever had a transcendent experience playing one exactly, except to say every definition we have for art is as best "arguably" subjective, so the shitstorm on both sides was unwarranted.
If you had a spiritual awakening playing Okami or Shadow of the Colossus, it's no less valid than any similar feelings I had watching Garden State at fourteen, or Cinderella Man at sixteen. Behind all the back-and-forths involving the biggest and most intellectual sounding words, as well as the most vile and uneducated slurs; this is where I think Ebert's criticisms of the medium can start seeming more valid than they really are, and the internet didn't help gamers look too intelligent during that time, I admit; is an argument that at its core, is really just kind of silly, and became irrelevant the minute Jackson Pollock started "painting" by throwing shit at a canvas.
That being said, I loved Ebert as a film critic; even when I disagreed, I thought his writing had a great dry wit to it, and I could always see where he was coming from at least, even if I enjoyed the hell out of Hit Girl, and don't care one bit about his moral crusade against Kick-Ass, which is still my favorite movie from 2010.
But this video wasn't a hit piece, I voiced my respect for the man in the blog I wrote before this; this was just something I found amusing, and seemed to fit as a tribute to the duo as far as this being a gaming website. I admit, I'm laughing at them in the second video, but not in a cruel way; just in the same way I'd laugh if a wise old movie loving grandpa of any stripe flailed about trying to play Sega. I'm laughing with them in the first video, and I genuinely found them both charming and funny.