It's a shame that director Emilio Estevez exploited one of the worst tragedies in American history and the memory of one of our best political leaders in order to make such a horrible movie. In fact, the film has nothing to do with the life, the assassination, or even the political context of Bobby Kennedy's life and times, save for the occasional archival footage that is spliced in at intervals. Instead, Bobby pearl strings a half dozen mini-soap opera vignettes about uninteresting people who happened to be staying at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles where Kennedy was assassinated on June 4, 1968 by Sirhan Sirhan. Estevez then markets the film with a deceptive title, populates his soap operas with big names (Anthony Hopkins, Demi Moore, Christian Slater, Martin Sheen, Helen Hunt, Emilio Estevez, Lindsay Lohan, Elijah Wood, William H. Macy, Heather Graham, Martin Sheen, Laurence Fishburne, Sharon Stone), then laughs all the way to the bank. This is film-making at its worst; it punishes the viewer.