Of course, first you hafta forget you're watching something based on a Bill O'Reilly book. Killing Lincoln, Killing Kennedy, next is Killing Jesus; I look forward to his Killing Tupac and Killing Biggie.
First, Rob Lowe was of course faboo. Looked the part, he's a great mimic so he sounded the part, and did a great job of subtly expressing the back pain without being over the top obvious. But the point is, he was barely in it, especially in the second hour. And the Lee Harvey Oswald stuff was so much more interesting, I wonder why not make the entire thing about him anyways. Particularly since the first 10 minutes was a cringe-inducing cramming-in of every JFK checkpoint you're supposed to know.
(Movie begins)
"Congrats on winning the presidency, Jack."
"Thanks Bobby. Shoulda been Joe, though."
"You've been watching that Johnny Cash movie again, Jack."
"Well, thanks to Dad for buying this, anyways."
"You sure do fuck a lot of chicks, Jack."
And on and on.
And whoever was Jackie doesn't hold a candle to Katie Holmes. AND, of course, there will only be one Bobby Kennedy for me: Roger Maris.
"Is Billy Crystal ever going to call me again?"
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