Elvis coulda been titled Baz given its near fatal dose of writer-director Baz Luhrmann’s overwrought style. Elvis Presley was no stranger to overwrought style, so the cinematic marriage works to a point. That point gets reached when Baz dwells on the overwrought story of Col. Tom Parker, notwithstanding that Elvis’ Svengali manager is played by American icon Tom Hanks. There’s a lot going on, just not all about Elvis.
Elvis does rise to the occasion of revivifying the King of Rock & Roll when it focuses on the world’s most beautiful man, a man with the voice of a god. He could sing anything and sing it better than it’s ever been sung. Plus, there was his R-rated dancing. Elvis the Pelvis bequeathed big shoes to fill – blue suede shoes.
Austin Butler fills those shoes, curls that lip, swivels those hips and belts out the early songs masterfully. A star is born in Elvis and his name is Austin Butler. He’s the best Elvis impersonator ever. Oops, did I say Elvis impersonator? Meant to say actor. Other actors who have essayed the King of Rock & Roll include Kurt Russell, Don Johnson, Val Kilmer, Tyler Hilton & Michael Shannon. Quite a list, but Butler is best.
Elvis trades in falsehoods and only gives the King partial runtime in his own damn biopic, all of which is very Elvis indeed. But, as it always is with the American Kallos, the first modern yet ancient ideal of beauty, Elvis burns brightly, a successful revivification of a singular sensation in both entertainment and American history. That’s worth getting caught in a trap and definitely worth a trip to the theater.
The high points of the film, aside from Elvis’ gripping performances, show Elvis as a son of 1950s Memphis, just another Beale Street boy. It depicts Elvis clothes-shopping on Beale Street with B.B. King, the Beale Street Blues Boy. Black style appropriated by a white working-class kid changed the world!
The low points are when Baz Lurhmann goes too Baz Lurhmann and creates a Memphis Moulin Rouge. After all, Baz Lurhmann getting to do an Elvis film is like an Elvis fan from the Louisiana Hayride getting a free Graceland-style home makeover. Overindulgence is guaranteed.
In the Baz Luhrmann canon, I’d place Elvis modestly above Australia, but then I’m an American.
The man was sex appeal personified, a hunka hunka burning love.
Elvis fudges the facts liberally and often. Hence, I grade its CircoReality at 3X normal, aka Surreal.
Fact-fudging aside, this otherwise definitive biopic is eye-opening about several aspects of the cultural melange that was Elvis Presley.