There was a time in recent
history when young people had leaders that they could look up to and who
inspired them to think of politics as a potentially noble profession. Emilio
Estevez film Bobby reminds us of one such man, Bobby Kennedy, who, with
all his warts and contradictions, became the spokesman for a generation
in revolt, and whose assassination left a gaping hole in our collective
soul that has not been filled. Although many idealists supported Minnesota
Senator Eugene McCarthy for President in 1968 because they felt that he
came without the burdens of machine politics and a political dynasty that
could be ruthless and self serving, most came to admire Bobby Kennedy for
having the strength to learn from his mistakes and for his willingness
to become the focus of a nation’s longing for greatness.
Bobby tells the fictionalized
stories of 22 people who gathered at the Ambassador Hotel Ballroom on June
4, 1968, the night Kennedy was shot in the pantry after winning the Democratic
primary and concluding his acceptance speech to a cheering crowd. Shown
only through newsreel clips taken from his campaign for the presidency,
we see only the Bobby that stirred the nation with his progressive speeches
not the man who lent support to the FBI in wiretapping Dr. Martin Luther
King, or the man who supported the CIA in its reckless assassination attempts
on the life of Cuban Premier Fidel Castro. The film is unabashedly dedicated
to celebrating Bobby’s memory and contrasting what he stood for with the
emptiness of our present leaders.
Estevez has assembled
an outstanding ensemble cast including William H. Macy as the Hotel Manager
married to hairdresser Miriam (Sharon Stone) but having a clandestine affair
with switchboard operator Angela (Heather Graham); Anthony Hopkins as John
Casey, a retired doorman who engages his friend Nelson (Harry Belafonte)
in chess and nostalgia; Freddy Rodriguez as Jose, a Mexican-American kitchen
worker who is assigned to work a double shift and who gives his baseball
tickets to Chef Laurence Fishburne as a gesture of racial harmony; Christian
Slater as a racist kitchen manager who refuses to give his Latino employees
time off to vote.
Other engaging performances
include Nick Cannon as an ambitious Kennedy worker, Martin Sheen and Helen
Hunt as a contentious married couple, Elijah Wood and Lindsay Lohan as
a couple waiting to be married so that he can avoid service in Vietnam,
and there are many other (perhaps too many) subplots. In the silliest of
the plots, two campaign workers try LSD provided by overwrought hippie
drug dispenser Ashton Kutcher. While the mini-dramas sometimes become “soap-opera’ish”,
at the end we realize the point being made - that all the little stories
of our life are just “stuff” compared to the overall arc of history that
we are participants in.
The main character of
course is the one who could not be present, the one who was scheduled to
be the heir apparent but was ruthlessly cut down by a murder that was neither
random nor senseless but a frontal attack on our democracy and its citizens,
passionately committed to a better society. While Bobby may be lacking
in the finer points of cinema, it more than makes up for its shortcomings
with its heart. As an accurate reflection of Kennedy’s total persona and
of the political and social scene during the sixties, the film falls short,
but as a well directed, star-studded package that can entertain as well
as inform the current generation about a politician who, like Adlai Stevenson
fifteen years earlier, spoke to the people as if they were old enough to
vote, Bobby shines brightly.
GRADE: A-
Howard
Schumann