The purest of the Elvis movies. Gone is the gleeful vulgarity of the Norman Taurog-directed Elvises, or the unsure scrappiness of the ones handed to lesser (Gene Nelson) or less-interested (Raoul Walsh, Phil Karlson) directors. What remains is color, shape, and movement. Las Vegas is reduced to garish form; it resembles the colorful plastics of Alain Resnais’ LE CHANT DU STYRENE—a city built by Oskar Fischinger and not Bugsy Siegel. The movie is without taste, but not tasteless.
August 07, 2009