Elvis is a jerky, jam-packed marathon of a movie. You just might like it.
If nothing else, you’ll learn a thing or two about the poor white boy from the poor Black neighborhood who grew up to be world-famous. Elvis Presley, singer, actor, and cultural phenomenon, remains to this day the best-selling solo musical artist of all time.
I do not exaggerate, though this movie does. Often. It warps our field of vision, camera zipping around like a mosquito that drank too much soda. The narration (like its narrator) is campy and carnivalesque.
All of that makes the movie feel especially Hollywood. Aside from reintroducing Elvis’s hits with wonderful, booming sound, it remixes songs and adds contemporary ones, seemingly trying to explain to us what the “cool” energy of the past was by melding it with some “cool” energy of today. I think it misses its mark, and got the feeling it was stereotyping the very cultures and communities it was trying to pay homage to.
And yet . . . and yet, this movie is filled with goodness. It shows off the talented titans and everypersons of Black culture who so heavily influenced Elvis’s music. It shows us a man who was both softie and outgoing, devoted to his Momma and to creating happiness in this world. As for the acting, Elvis is portrayed masterfully; the performances of Elvis’s family are good at worst.
We follow Elvis from childhood inspiration through untimely death, one formative moment at a time—of which there were apparently many. Although early scenes can feel both too long and too short, the final 40 or so minutes are simply riveting. These by themselves make the movie worth a watch. Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has re-entered the building.