The story of the assassination of U.S. Senator Robert F. Kennedy who was shot in the early morning hours of June 5, 1968 in the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, and 22 people in the hotel whose lives were never the same.
The movie is a coming-of-age drama about a boy growing up in Astoria, N.Y., during the 1980s. As his friends end up dead, on drugs or in prison, he comes to believe he has been saved from their fate by various so-called saints.
Robert Downey Jr.,
Aging screenwriter Felix Bonhoeffer has lived his life in two states of existence: in reality and his own interior world. While working on a murder mystery script, and unaware that his brain is on the verge of implosion, Felix is baffled when his characters start to appear in his life, and vice versa.
Tuesday, June 4, 1968: the California presidential primary. As day breaks Robert F. Kennedy arrives at the Ambassador Hotel; he'll campaign, then speak to supporters at midnight. To capture the texture of the late 1960s, we see vignettes at the hotel: a couple marries so he can avoid Vietnam, kitchen staff discuss race and baseball, a man cheats on his wife, another is fired for racism, a retired hotel doorman plays chess in the lobby with an old friend, a campaign strategist's wife needs a pair of black shoes, two campaign staff trip on LSD, a lounge singer is on the downhill slide. Through it all, we see and hear RFK calling for a better society and a better nation. Written by
The final score of the Dodger game played on June 4, 1968 was Dodgers 5, Pirates 0. See more »
The Christian Slater character violently grabs William Macy between the first and second buttons on the tuxedo shirt with a completely bloodied hand. Later at the ambulance, Macy's perfectly buttoned shirt has a only few minor specks of blood, should be a bloody mess. See more »
I forgot to pack my black shoes. I packed a black dress and a back up dress, but the backup dress also requires black shoes. I don't have them. I forgot to pack my black shoes.
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Function at the Junction
Written by Shorty Long (as Frederick Long) and Eddie Holland (as Edward Holland Jr.)
Performed by Shorty Long
Courtesy of Motown Records
Under license from Universal Music Enterprises See more »
As someone who idolizes Bobby Kennedy and lived through that terrible day in 1968, (as well as JFK's assassination in 1963, too), this was a very poor effort by Estevez that is truly not fitting to the memory of Bobby Kennedy. Other than the inspiring actual quotes and clips of Bobby Kennedy, this movie is a disaster of fiction and Estevez's political agenda. Why not just tell the real story, Emilio? Is it too hard to do the research to get the story right? Your fiction makes Oliver Stone's conspiracy theory-based JFK look like a Pulitzer Prize winning documentary. The only chance that this movie has is that younger audiences may not care that there's no basis in truth in Estevez's story about RFK and what happened at the Ambassador Hotel on June 4, 1968. If you ask me, Estevez should NEVER be allowed to direct a movie again. He is a hack as a writer and director who didn't even care enough about Bobby Kennedy to get the story right. What's the matter, Emilio, the actual five people (including RFK's friend Paul Schrade who was shot in the forehead directly behind Bobby) weren't interesting enough characters for you to base your story on? Or were you just too lazy to research their real lives. So you just made up people to get shot including pretend characters: two Kennedy college volunteers who dropped LSD for the first time that day? Or a kid who wanted to avoid the Viet Nam war by getting married to a school friend to get a fake marriage certificate? Or a honorable Kitchen Manager who was kind to illegal immigrant Latino's who was fired that very day by his boss who was cheating on his marriage with former Austin Powers hotie Heather Graham? Gee, Emilio, what terrific characters (yeah, right.) It's beautifully filmed and edited, but this entire film is a big lie designed to promote Emilio's political agenda to a) Get out of Iraq, and b) to promote amnesty for oppressed Latino illegal immigrants. The only actual real people portrayed in the film are Sirhan Sirhan (on camera for less than a minute) and Latino bus boy Juan Romero... who Emilio calls "Jose'." Shame on Emilio Estevez and Martin Sheen and the ultra-liberal Hollywood elite who helped bring this work of leftist propaganda to the big screen masqueraded as a true story of the events at the Ambassador Hotel on June 4, 1968. Shame on you all. I can't even watch a true documentary about Bobby Kennedy without shedding tears but your film (except for the actual clips of RFK) disgusted me.
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