I ran into a Bobby disser yesterday afternoon at the “indie” publicist hotel, the Intercontinental. To be specific, he shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and kind of grimaced after mentioning that he’d seen it. The best thing about it, he said with some enthusiasm, is the archival footage of Robert F. Kennedy. The worst thing, he claimed, is Ashton Kutcher‘s performance as a late ’60s hippy-dippy type.