Bobby (review)
“I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t know,” I said to myself at the devastating end of ‘Bobby’: I had no idea how important Bobby Kennedy was to so many people.
“I didn’t know, I didn’t know, I didn’t know,” I said to myself at the devastating end of ‘Bobby’: I had no idea how important Bobby Kennedy was to so many people.
A heartrending drama about the biological, emotional, and social structuring of human sexuality.
An enthralling exploration of how we as individuals and society as a whole grants clout and influence, and how easy it is to be taken away.

Christopher Guest and his merry band of pranksters are back, improvising a loving, teasing romp through a realm we love and love to hate, full of people fascinating and repellent at the same time.
Fluffy baby penguins dancing and singing and waddling around their world with wide-eyed wonder? You have to have a heart of stone not to be a puddle of goo after coming in contact with that.
To say that *Fast Food Nation* the movie is less horrifying than the book is accurate, but not fair to the movie, which is plenty horrifying enough. Linklater puts a human face on a situation that is so huge that it just about paralyzes you.
Exactly what I was hoping for, and everything I was expecting from the first Generation X James Bond.
Even diehard Craig fans may want to give this a pass…
Plays like one of those puffy fillers that run during the Oscars…
Sacha Baron Cohen is a genius. A crazy genius, maybe, a man who takes dedication to his art to a level courting criminal prosecution and bodily harm, but a genius nevertheless.