Bobby Starring: Anthony Hopkins, Harry Belafonte, William H. Macy, Sharon Stone Director: Emilio Estevez The film: Fair play to Emilio Estevez for summoning all his influence - and calling in every favour he was owed - to deliver this ambitious commentary on the death of presidential aspirant Robert F. Kennedy. Estevez attempts to show the impact the event had on everyday people and how the nation suffered because of intolerance. And what he seems to be suggesting is that things haven't really changed that much in the intervening years. The focus is not so much on Kennedy - although flashbacks are used in an effort to add weight to the production - but on the people whose lives came into contact with his on the night in 1968 when he was assassinated. The impressive ensemble cast flash by on the screen at breakneck speed. You get some fleshed out characters - Sharon Stone as a broken down hairdresser, Demi Moore (right with Estevez) as a lounge-singing lush, Anthony Hopkins as the hotel owner, the ever-reliable William H. Macy as the hotel boss. There are also some dreadful walk-throughs, including a forgettable turn from Elijah Wood as an over-eager peacenik. This is history through rose-tinted glasses and Estevez adds to the Kennedy myth without really exploring the facts. But that's not really the point. He wants us to feel that sense of innocence lost and the film's best scenes are in the build up to the incident itself and the immediate aftermath. Estevez manages to capture the panic and deep sense of grief, it's just a pity that there's so much navel-gazing afterwards. Comparisons to the narrative threads spun by Robert Altman in the likes of Nashville are inevitable. However, Estevez just doesn't have the directorial flair to carry it off. And throughout, there is an annoying sense that the cast are very impressed by the work they're doing. This is heavy drama, folks, and we're telling you something important. They aren't, of course. This is entertainment, and should be taken as such. The extras: If you're not convinced the filmmakers were impressed with their work, consider the featurette's title - Bobby: The Making of An American Epic. It was nice of them to let us know what to call it. But you can let the self-congratulations slide and focus on the selection of eyewitness accounts from that night at the Ambassador - they give the event a very real feel and separate some (but not all) of the myths from the facts. The verdict: An earnest attempt to say something deep and meaningful, which never quite gets there.