Review: Bobby
A
day in the life of several staff and inhabitants of the Ambassador Hotel in LA.
But this is no ordinary day. It is the day that Robert Kennedy was
assassinated. Among the characters we meet (whose stories sometimes intertwine)
are; former doorman Sir Anthony Hopkins who still hangs around so he can play
chess with old friend Harry Belafonte. Shrill, drunk lounge singer Demi Moore
and her long-suffering husband Emilio Estevez. Hotel manager William H. married
to manicurist Sharon Stone (one of her better performances, though not saying
much), but schtupping switchboard operator Heather Graham. Hispanic dishwasher Freddy
Rodriguez has tickets to an important Dodgers game but can’t go because his
racist boss Christian Slater has him working a double shift, so he gives the
tickets to wise and friendly chef Laurence Fishburne. Shia LaBeouf is a Kennedy
campaign worker who buys LSD from Ashton Kutcher (!). A far too contemporary Lindsay
Lohan plays a young woman who agrees to marry long-time friend Elijah Wood so
he doesn’t have to go to Nam. Finally, Martin Sheen is the loving husband to Helen
Hunt, a seemingly obsessive-compulsive woman who simply must have a pair of
black shoes to go with her dress (yes, this really is a story strand, people!).
Sincere,
potentially fascinating 2006 flick from writer/director/co-star Emilio Estevez,
who previously directed himself and his brother Charlie in the much underrated
comedy “Men at Work” back in 1990, and directed himself and then
girlfriend Demi Moore in the forgettable “Wisdom” back in 1986. Unfortunately,
Estevez tells the story in just about the least effective manner possible. It’s
a mixture of all-star Robert Altman flick and all-star Irwin Allen disaster
flick (think “The Towering Inferno” or the non-Allen granddaddy of all
multi-story ensemble pieces, “Grand Hotel”), and as a result there are
some characters more interesting (Macy, Slater- playing the most 3-D character
in the film, Fishburne, Wood) than others (Hunt, LaBeouf, Cannon, Rodriguez,
Moore, Graham), some performances better (Macy, Hopkins, Belafonte, Fishburne,
Sheen- the latter making lemonade out of a lemon) than others (Moore- hideous,
Hunt- far too actory, Kutcher- ridiculous, Lohan- completely unconvincing).
Overall,
there’s not nearly enough interesting stories and characters to keep one
particularly engaged. The director even gives himself one of the
least-developed and least interesting roles in the film (and doesn’t play it terribly
compellingly, either. Shockingly bad finale too, by the way. Shame, because
it’s nice to see the underrated Estevez back in mainstream cinema (in my
opinion, he was always the most talented ‘official’ Brat Packer), and the idea
of a Bobby Kennedy biopic seemed like a can’t miss notion.
Rating:
C+
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