Everyone here is a stereotypeReviewed by Bradley F. Smith, 2010-02-27
This reminds me of one of those big all-star cast disaster flicks from the 70s. Plenty of big stars signed on. The script is the problem here. It turns everyone into a cliche and stereotype: the drugged out LSD-addled 60s hippy; the bride-to-be getting married to spare a kid from the Vietnam draft; the alcoholic aging lounge singer; the Latino versus black conflicts on the hotel kitchen staff. And what are Anthony Hopkins and Harry Belafonte, besides two old men hanging out in the lobby of the now-demolished Ambassador Hotel? This fictionalizes the lives of all these players on the day and night leading up to the RFK assassination, interspersed with real footage of RFK campaigning etc. I didn't buy it. It's a little boring.
Great pictureReviewed by G. Waldhauser, 2010-01-27
but has its lenghts; slightly disappointing performance of Helen Hunt, but overall a great movie.
Surely some black people drink tea?Reviewed by Michael Rapson, 2010-01-09
What a sad day when an icon is killed for taking a socio-political
stance, even if, as attorney-general under JFK, this "messiah of
civil rights" ordered the FBI to wire-tap the phone calls of Martin
Luther King and who knows who else in the civil rights movement.
Yet the depiction of the day's events wasn't quite on the money in
this film, for me. For example, we didn't get to see into the heart
of Bobby, except indirectly via the interspersed news footage. This
style of spliced acting with documentary is a bold way to approach
the drama, and has some merit. The movie relied heavily on late
1960s stereotypes (at least those as envisaged by the writers) but
they were just too stereotypical to come across as natural. The
biggest failing for me was that there was little build up of
tension in the lead up to the assassination, if any at all. It
certainly had some amusing moments, though. The two lads tripping
on acid and tennis nets was mildly entertaining. On the other hand,
Anthony Hopkins seemed either embarrassed or bored with his role,
which seems to have been to sit around all day playing chess with a
sweet old black man, played by Harry Belafonte (who drinks scotch,
because "only white people drink tea"). The plot drifted into a
farrago of soap opera-like scenarios, depicting various couples
coming apart at the seams or, alternatively, couples reconciling
their failing relationships. However, something about it did stir
my emotions at times, but I am hard-pressed to say what. I think it
must have been the songs, because they did remind me of that era
and made me feel nostalgic for my youth.
Just too many tangents into private lives and condescending
stereotypes spoiled what was an interesting idea for a movie. 3
stars at very most.
Why America Hates HollywoodReviewed by Jerry P. Danzig, 2009-09-28
Martin and Charlie Sheen are renowned for embarrassing themselves
in public, and here the other Sheen boy, Emilio Estevez, steps up
to the plate and -- knocks a foul ball way, way up into the
bleachers!
Estevez wrote and directed this remarkably boneheaded movie, which
attempts to memorialize the day Robert Kennedy was assassinated by
-- trivializing the event, focusing on a bunch of fictitious
characters playing out their cliched melodramas on that fateful
day.
This movie unfolds like a REALLY bad episode of the "Love Boat" --
if the latter were the Titanic. It also reminded me of the dreadful
Irwin Allen disaster movies of the seventies -- except that the
only disaster on display here is the movie itself.
I kept expecting Shelly Winters to rise from the dead and take the
proceedings here to a new level of camp, but instead a cast of
actors I used to respect take the honors. Bill Macy, Laurence
Fishburne, Anthony Hopkins -- what were they thinking? I assume
that they did indeed read this script before they agreed to take
part...
This movie in large part explains why so many average Americans
hate the rich, self-absorbed, and self-indulgent names in Hollywood
when they choose to get involved in politics.
The only way I can recommend viewing this pretentious piece of
twaddle is to follow the example of the two young characters in the
film who drop acid. Perhaps the flick would inspire a few chuckles
among those experiencing hallucinations.
Others should stay far, far away.
politically correct 60's stereotypes and the roots of
anti-americanism in the Democratic PartyReviewed by Thomas Lee, 2009-07-09
This is a politically correct 60's stereotype. Today, young people are largely brain-washed and ignorant of historical facts. For the record, it was Eugene McCarthy who was the courageous Democratic candidate who challenged the Vietnam War. Bobby Kennedy only jumped into the race after McCarthy showed that an anti-war candidate was viable. Of course, with his name, he quickly eclipsed McCarthy. Bobby was assassinated by a Palestinian. JFK was assassinated by a Communist (Oswald). The affiliations of both killers have been largely forgotten and the crimes were attributed to the evil of America. These killings and the media interpretation put America on the path that it is still treading- toward oblivion.