28 August 2005
World changes, film at 11
Anthony Hopkins is set to star in Bobby, Emilio Estevez's passion project about the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy. Demi Moore is in negotiations to join the cast.
Part fact and part fiction, the ensemble film chronicles the intertwining lives of a grand cast of characters, all of whom are present at Los Angeles' Ambassador Hotel in the hours leading up to Kennedy's assassination. Hopkins will be the hotel's doorman, and Moore will portray a lounge singer.
The movie hopes to touch upon racial stereotypes, class differences and sexual inequality in its story lines.
"My intention with Bobby is not to make a political picture, although the 1968 California primary figures prominently in the story," Estevez said. "The film is about being at critical mass critical mass in relationships or between race, and the hotel and the characters under its roof serve as a microcosm for what was happening in the country during that time. The entire country was experiencing critical mass. Culturally, we all unraveled after that tragic night on June 5. And now, 37 years later, our country has reached critical mass once again."
Christ on a crutch! The. Kennedys. Are. Dead. Get over it.
Yes, I know Ted's still there, looking and sounding more like Jabba the Hutt every day, still with his "My Other Car Is Underwater" bumper sticker, way past self-parody and long since descended into blithering irrelevance. Doesn't change a thing: The. Kennedys. Are. Dead. Estevez would have you believe that the killing of RFK was a watershed event in world history; it wasn't even the most important thing that happened in the summer of 1968. (Among other things, James Earl Ray, assassin of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was taken into custody, the French were trying to recover from general strikes that had turned violent, eventually returning Charles de Gaulle to power, and Pope Paul VI issued the encyclical Humanae Vitae.) "Culturally, we all unraveled after that tragic night on June 5." Yeah, right. Exactly one cultural phenomenon can be attributed to this event: it gave Eric Boucher one hell of a name for a band.
And that isn't the worst of it, says Ian Hamet:
[T]his will be yet another paean to (cue hushed, reverent music) The Sixties, before which civilization can barely be said to have existed (except, possibly, for the Beatniks or just maybe Thoreau). And, inevitably, the baby boom generation will be greatly lauded as well (is there anything about them that isn't fascinating, important, and altogether unprecedented in the entire history of Man on Earth nay, of the universe itself?).
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