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- <title>
- Sep. 07, 1992: Reviews:Cinema
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
- Sep. 07, 1992 The Agony of Africa
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- REVIEWS, Page 65
- CINEMA
- The Best Man For the '90s
- </hdr><body>
- <p>By Richard Corliss
- </p>
- <qt>
- <l>TITLE: BOB ROBERTS</l>
- <l>WRITER AND DIRECTOR: Tim Robbins</l>
- </qt>
- <p> THE BOTTOM LINE: A sly musical comedy about a cynical
- right-wing politician is a tonic for jaded liberals.
- </p>
- <p> Saturday Night Live may as well take the rest of the year
- off, because the candidates are doing their own standup comedy.
- It's as if George Bush and Bill Clinton were running not for
- President but for Tonight Show host. And the touchstone of their
- political humor is popular culture, which they may think is the
- only thing the electorate knows or cares about. So Dan Quayle
- hates Murphy Brown. Bush wants families to be "more like the
- Waltons and less like the Simpsons." Clinton, who does a better
- impression of Bush's prissy drawl than he does of Elvis,
- promotes his campaign with the unwipe-offable grin of a pitchman
- on a late-night infomercial. Newt Gingrich calls the Democrats'
- family-values policy the "Woody Allen plank."
- </p>
- <p> All of which leaves little room for professional
- comedians, let alone filmmakers with a polemical ax to bury in
- some foolish politician's scalp. How can they parody something
- that is already the lowest form of public discourse?
- </p>
- <p> Tim Robbins answers that question with a song. As writer,
- director and star of the hilarious mock-documentary Bob Roberts,
- Robbins argues that '90s anomie is the flip side of '60s
- idealism--the perky music, so to speak, without the
- hammer-of-justice lyrics. The perfect candidate for this era of
- moral confusion would be a millionaire folk singer, a
- charismatic opportunist who can twist Woody Guthrie into Pat
- Buchanan by warbling, "This land was made for me."
- </p>
- <p> It was surely made for Bob Roberts, a right-wing minstrel
- running for the Senate against a liberal incumbent named
- Brickley Paiste (and played by Gore Vidal, whose 1960 drama, The
- Best Man, addressed similar campaign compromises). With the help
- of a Mephistophelian campaign boss (Alan Rickman) and a mostly
- fawning corps of TV anchors (James Spader, Peter Gallagher,
- Susan Sarandon, Pamela Reed), Bob will do anything to get
- elected. Power is something a fellow could nearly die for.
- </p>
- <p> Nearly 30 years ago, Vidal argued that an American tyrant
- would achieve power not by ranting his hatred a la Hitler but
- by crooning a demagogic lullaby. For some, Ronald Reagan, who
- could say mean things without sounding mean--sometimes without
- sounding as if he meant them or knew what they meant--was the
- proof of Vidal's theory. Bob Roberts is the next step. He sings
- jolly hate songs as his parents sang Michael, Row the Boat
- Ashore (a tune that Robbins' father Gil made famous as a member
- of the '60s folk group the Highwaymen). Bob Roberts is an
- anti-Bob Dylan; the anthem of this rebel conservative is Times
- Are Changin' Back.
- </p>
- <p> But where Dylan howled and scowled, Bob smiles. In a
- wonderful vignette, Bob sits at a computer, absentmindedly
- singing one of his tunes, then notices that a documentary crew's
- camera is on him. He pauses a second, then flashes the smile.
- Like Clinton, Bob knows that no matter what the provocation,
- it's best not to seem annoyed. He'll be no Nixon. To blow his
- cool is to blow the campaign. Bob has perfected the notion of
- the dimple as political statement. And maybe he has no anger in
- him, which is to say no beliefs worth defending with impolitic
- righteousness. As Paiste says of Bob, "I don't have any idea who
- he is. I don't have any idea what he's like. I don't think I'm
- supposed to have any idea."
- </p>
- <p> As the star of Robert Altman's The Player, Robbins learned
- how to keep things smartly abustle. And in the manner of
- Altman's TV series Tanner '88, he sets an easily acidulous tone;
- Robbins is having fun poking fun. Ultimately, as if to prove
- paranoia is not unique to right-wingers, he blames Bob and his
- advisers for every political atrocity of the past decade--and
- a few new ones, including framing a rabid fringe journalist
- (Giancarlo Esposito) who may have the goods on bad Bob. The
- crimes are listed not so much to push a leftish agenda as to
- clarify Bob's villainy for viewers who might be seduced by his
- style. Robbins, eager not to be misunderstood, has insisted that
- there be no sound-track album, since the satire in Bob's songs
- might get lost or perverted on pop radio.
- </p>
- <p> But what happens when the butt of your satire co-opts your
- plot line? The Republican Convention could have been dreamed up
- by Oral Roberts--or Bob. Folksy singers abounded in Houston,
- supporting party ideology with hymns to red blood, white bread
- and blue-tinted hair. There was country star Lee Greenwood, who
- has been married five times, appearing as the warm-up act for
- Barbara Bush on Family Values Night. If he had burst into Times
- Are Changin' Back, the cognoscenti's sniggers would have been
- drowned by cheers of the faithful.
- </p>
- <p> Beware, Tim Robbins. You may have created a monster. Bob
- Roberts could become a media star or, in 1996, the next
- President of the United States. Satire has a way of ripening
- into prophecy.
- </p>
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