>the SOVL
Which is, finally, the only aspect that matters
I think people are sentimentalizing because it's psychologically preferable to recognizing how everyone wound up enabling the circumstances that killed him.
>he just needed a hug
You're stupid. He was the most famous person on the planet and had friends, family and women that wanted to be with him 24/7. Ironically, his problem was probably that he had already achieved everything possible in life at the age of 40 and he couldn't deal with the depressing thought that he had nothing left to work for or achieve.
I had heard Jailhouse Rock and Hound Dog (everybody has at this point) but when I heard this I finally understood why he was such an cultural force
Also he was a handsome motherfricker when he was younger. Maybe not conventionally attractive but look at pic rel and tell me this dude wasn't handsome as frick
Kind of explains why all those boomer girls absolutely lost their shit whenever he performed live in the early days (seriously, go watch a clip, they can't stop screaming); they must have been severely sexually repressed to have that strong of a reaction though
I agree. He swayed the girls like a conductor. Dude had everything in his possession and was still humble. Those ed sullivan shows before his breakthrough are wholesome and KINO
Its superb. Five minutes in and I thought Baz would shit the bed but he was remarkably restrained. I didn't even notice the modern music playing as it was not during important moments, only one I remember is when Elvis drives his car to meet the black musicians. Showing Elvis through Parker's eyes made it more engaging and not just another by-the-books musician biography, and Butler was A+. The last 40 minutes are pure fricking kino and the ending is VERY tastefully done.
>Elvis, "whatever his mother might have thought," seems to have spent some time "as a teenager in Memphis's black neighborhoods, having sex with black girls."[12]
>However it is unclear whether the "sex symbol" actually had sexual intercourse with most of the women he dated.[22] His early girlfriends Judy Spreckels and June Juanico say that they had no sexual relationships with Presley, and there were several women with whom Elvis quickly bypassed sexuality altogether, settling into comfortable friendships.
>Byron Raphael and Alanna Nash have stated that the star "would never put himself inside one of these girls..." (for a number of reasons). Albert Goldman speculated that Elvis preferred voyeurism over normal sexual relations with women. Goldman went on to suggest that during his military service, Elvis had "discovered prostitutes and picked up the intense fear of sexually transmitted diseases which led to claims that he had a morbid fear of sexual penetration."[25]
>Alanna Nash, in her book, 'Baby, Let's Play House': Elvis Presley and the Women Who Loved Him, reveals a need in Presley to play Pygmalion and father to very young girls, whom he delighted in making over. A late-blooming "Mama's boy," she argues, young Elvis was a flop with girls and super-religious. Because of a fear of sexually transmitted diseases, he wouldn't actually go "inside" women, never undressed, and was more into watching elaborate tableaux, often involving feet.
>famous >girls literally die for you >Handsome chad >rich >young pretty teen wife >kinky >wife sits on floor, he sits on chair..
BASED KING. There will never be someone like him
>Baz Luhrmann presents Elvis Presley like a comic-book superhero. His gaudy biopic Elvis even includes a sequence of comic-book panels: Baz-Elvis the hero transforms from a mild-mannered Mississippi truck driver who sang and played guitar into a flamboyant Elton John or Liberace-style alter ego. Inspiration from sensual black blues and raucous black gospel makes Baz-Elvis a cultural avatar in the manner of both Martin Luther nailing revolutionary theses to public consciousness and Martin Luther King Jr. upsetting racial segregationists while making women scream hysterically. Naïve Baz-Elvis is seen as a Galatea figure manipulated by a shifty Pygmalion, Colonel Tom Parker, so devious and commanding that Baz-Elvis’s final incarnation recalls the pathetic, self-destructive Susan Alexander in Citizen Kane.
>This shameless cultural jumble might make some kind of crazy sense for anyone who still thinks Presley the figurehead of pop vulgarity. That position has many successors, and Luhrmann is one of them. His disregard for truth, history, and taste is a mark of contemporary absurdity, and in Elvis it overwhelms his subject.
>Luhrmann’s latest pastiche follows the deliberate inaccuracies and anachronisms of Moulin Rouge, Romeo + Juliet, and The Great Gatsby. That those lousy films were popular hits seems to fulfill the Y2K prediction of cultural collapse. Audiences who knew nothing about the Belle Époque, Shakespeare, or Fitzgerald didn’t care, and Luhrmann uncannily played to their ignorance.
Do you think Luhrmann actually meant any of this? Or do you think he just did all the black wienersucking because that's what you have to do to get anything made, be it a biopic on Elvis or an adaptation of Resident Evil?
>Luhrmann’s style jumps from one exaggeration to another, zipping through poor-white class issues, past the European-based Army stint and the legendary acquisitive status (a fuchsia Cadillac rather than a pink one). Knowing anything about Presley’s life means you watch Baz-Elvis’s rise to fame the way opera fans recollect a libretto during a pretentious restaging. Luhrmann’s version, with Elvis played by Austin Butler, who does the alluring eyes, modest snarl, and loose-limbed jitterbug moves, is cartoonish and sentimental, unlike the good 1980 Kurt Russell–John Carpenter TV version. But it resembles parody so much that a kind of tickled bemusement is the only way to respond to its blatant inauthenticity.
>Baz-Elvis’s introduction to blacks dancing in a juke joint is intercut with a tent revival where he gets the “spirit.” Luhrmann shifts from ersatz Southern life to a subculture where exotic-looking blacks (wailing from fake Mahalia and Rosetta Tharpe figures) bear little resemblance to African-American physiognomy or temperament. Older Baz-Elvis laments, “That’s the music that makes me happy,” yet we never see him record gospel. Luhrmann quickly drops the religious ruse.
>In this alternate-universe mid-century America, Baz-Elvis has no moral grounding, making him subject to temptation by the Colonel, whom Tom Hanks plays as LBJ, Satan, and Sydney Greenstreet. An enigmatic exploiter (hissing the world “merchandise” as if he invented it), the Colonel is a weirdly accented Lars Von Trier freak whose bloated malevolence threatens to overtake the movie. His catchphrase “art of the snow job” reveals more cheapness. It’s Luhrmann’s attempt to vilify what used to be considered Trump’s gold-toilet vulgarity — even though Elvis (starting with its kitschy title-sequence design) indicates that Luhrmann’s bad taste is conceptual, Kardashian.
>The frenzy that confirmed Presley as the nexus of race, sex, and pop-culture change gives Luhrmann his best moments — when concertgoers and TV-watchers are all shocked and thrilled. “I don’t know what to think!” says Jimmie Rodgers (Kodi Smit-McPhee), simultaneously amazed and aroused. And Luhrmann is similarly confounded, never able to connect the pressure of world-conquering fame to self-realization. His centerpiece — The Elvis Presley Movie — condenses the singer’s mostly lousy Hollywood career to a vignette, featuring an astonishingly exact digital re-creation of Sixties photochemical color processing.
>That sequence is worth an Oscar. Still, it’s absolutely clear that Luhrmann (a Ken Russell showoff minus the genius) knows nothing about artistic expression. The film concludes with meandering scenes of Baz-Elvis and the Colonel arguing with sponsors over a TV Christmas show that eventually became the famous 1968 comeback special. Convictionless scenes of his marital dissolution with Priscilla and suspicious scenes where the Las Vegas casino residency becomes a lifetime prison sentence pad the narrative without illuminating the paradoxes. Fat Elvis finally makes his appearance as a corruption of his youthful aspiration, reaching toward redemption with a desperate rendition of “Unchained Melody.”
>How could we expect that unreliable chronicler Baz Luhrmann to seriously represent Presley’s life story and simultaneous social changes, when the story of America’s cultural legacy is collapsing around us? The comic-book concept makes Elvis a revisionist text, alienating us from the story in the same outrageous manner as the uprooting of our political and ethical heritage. The ironies that overwhelmed Presley, Garland, Brando, Michael Jackson, and Orson Welles — that made them all phenomenal and doomed — are missing. That’s how Luhrmann pays his ultimate disrespect.
>yfw you die sweating, nauseous, desperately wanting to shit out months of grease and fiber but your diseased heart gives out from the strain before you can even pinch off a single nugget.
>Elvis told the FBI he considered Hoover the “greatest living American” and that he’d read his stuff: Masters of Deceit, A Study of Communism, and J. Edgar Hoover on Communism. The memo also said that Elvis “indicated that he is of the opinion that the Beatles laid the groundwork for many of the problems we are having with young people by their filthy unkempt appearances and suggestive music while entertaining in this country during the early and middle 1960s. He advised that the Smothers Brothers, Jane Fonda and other persons in the entertainment industry of their ilk have a lot to answer for in the hereafter for the way they have poisoned young minds by disparaging the United States in their public statements and unsavory activities.”
>Then the memo said, “Presley advised that he wished the Director to be aware that he, Presley, from time to time is approached by individuals and groups in and outside of the entertainment business, whose motive and goals he is convinced are not in the best interests of this country, and who seek to have him lend his name to their questionable activities. In this regard, he volunteered to make such information available to the Bureau on a confidential basis whenever it came to his attention.
>Johnny Cash was the workers' singer and the real hero
no he wasn't. other country singers generally considered him a bit of a joke, and it was only when Rick Rubin marketed hm to hipsters that he gained this 'legend' status
I heard the new elvis movie doesn't even mention about his love of food and overeating. How can you just omit the mans greatest passion and love in movie about him? Elvis said that eating was the only thing he truly loved and enjoyed.
I find it fascinating that his final album Moody Blue is still very good considering the problems during the recording process and his ailing health.
Rest in peace The King
>cups of coca cola everywhere >huffing and wheezing >sweating profusely >can barely speak without getting out of breath >suddenly comes out with THAT voice
total kino
best coke ad ever
imagine being this talented even though you're basically a walking corpse at that point
>imagine being this talented
he wasn't. he stole all his shit from everyone else. that's why he had so much when he died.
Can't still a singing voice, seething ape
>he stole all his shit from everyone else.
nah. he literally just sang songs professional songwriters wrote for him.
yes, it makes the excessive praise he gets culturally embarrassing but it's not the same as being a rip-off artist.
What exactly did he stole?
Elvis sang whatever was put in front of him. Did israelites steal music from black artists? Yes. That's their MO even to this day.
Literally all musicians "steal shit" from each other. Cease being so ignorant. You apparently haven't heard enough shit.
such a good performance
impacted colon
>autopsy found he had a compacted stool that was four months old sitting in his bowel
Do americans really?
where else is it supposed to go?
opioids cause constipation.
It's the duality of the 4th worlder; you either shart it in the mart or you hold it in long enough to give you a heart attack.
I didn't know why boomers worshiped him until I saw that video. Then it all made sense
beat me to it.
this fricking clip man. here you have a man battered down and filled with pain and regret and he just lets it all out. that performance is pure soul
>I didn't know why boomers worshiped him
Because he was absolutely incredible performer.
he's constantly out of breath. his voice is Elvis' voice, but this is not a great performance.
it's not the technical aspect or skill of it, but rather the SOVL
>the SOVL
Which is, finally, the only aspect that matters
I think people are sentimentalizing because it's psychologically preferable to recognizing how everyone wound up enabling the circumstances that killed him.
You beat a horse till its dead
Even days before his death he was still incredible.
Thank you. That's the best thing I've heard.
wait til you hear this
The movie was shit but I liked that they included this absolute kino scene
literally me in the shower
Unchained Melody was my go-to shower song for a long time.
frick these aI upscales look shit.
frick indeed
>search for an old music video
>it's gone
>intead it's full HD upscaled shit
That was shit. You morons are delusional.
Wow Donald Trump sings like THAT??
The Sun Sessions are way better than him struggling to get through that shit
>young Elvis was better than broken down filled with meds Elvis
No shit
>Elvis was a heavy user of a number of prescription medications including opiates, barbiturates, and sedatives.
I hate israelites so much, he just needed a hug
No he frickin didn't. Go down to your local crack-den and then just start hugging people and see how many drop their physically addictive habits.
>he just needed a hug
You're stupid. He was the most famous person on the planet and had friends, family and women that wanted to be with him 24/7. Ironically, his problem was probably that he had already achieved everything possible in life at the age of 40 and he couldn't deal with the depressing thought that he had nothing left to work for or achieve.
This guy gets it.
>When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer
SOVL
I didn't get it either until I saw this clip
I had heard Jailhouse Rock and Hound Dog (everybody has at this point) but when I heard this I finally understood why he was such an cultural force
Also he was a handsome motherfricker when he was younger. Maybe not conventionally attractive but look at pic rel and tell me this dude wasn't handsome as frick
Kind of explains why all those boomer girls absolutely lost their shit whenever he performed live in the early days (seriously, go watch a clip, they can't stop screaming); they must have been severely sexually repressed to have that strong of a reaction though
I agree. He swayed the girls like a conductor. Dude had everything in his possession and was still humble. Those ed sullivan shows before his breakthrough are wholesome and KINO
>le “conventionally attractive” meme
If fricking ELVIS wasn’t conventionally attractive who the frick was??
robert redford
>lonely rivers cry wait for me, wait for me
;_;
Listen to If I Can Dream from '68
He thought he had magic powers
He was an alien. He didn't die he just went home.
He did.
He tried to mind control people into killing his enemies
He controlled his audience with magic.
A pleb like you can't understand.
such a fricking kino moment
The Las Vegas performance in the movie was peak cinema as far as I’m concerned
Is the movie actually good? I hate biopics because of how inaccurate they are
I saw it but I'm not sure what to make of it, I just wish they had let the actor playing Elvis sing one or two complete songs.
it's bad, extremely inaccurate, and only plays clips of the songs. plus it glosses over the fact that Elvis didn't write his own hits.
The movie is fricking bullshit. Most of the things they showed never happened irl
https://variety.com/2022/film/news/elvis-fact-or-fiction-film-colonel-tom-parker-presley-baz-luhrmann-biopic-1235302026/
>Link proves most things did happen IRL and were just condensed and/or expanded for the film
Really made me think.
It was kino. Who cares if it isn't 100% accurate
It's kino. Just don't expect a faithful biopic.
Pure kino, not super accurate, better than Bohemian Rhapsody.
Its superb. Five minutes in and I thought Baz would shit the bed but he was remarkably restrained. I didn't even notice the modern music playing as it was not during important moments, only one I remember is when Elvis drives his car to meet the black musicians. Showing Elvis through Parker's eyes made it more engaging and not just another by-the-books musician biography, and Butler was A+. The last 40 minutes are pure fricking kino and the ending is VERY tastefully done.
It was a subpar flashy visual film with inconsistent pacing like every other Baz film and made Hanks character comically le bad manager man.
Whoever edited the film really felt the need to draw out scenes and put modern rap music several times with transitional scenes.
It’s great but a few things are inaccurate. But some of those you could chalk up to Col. Parker being an unreliable narrator
Is there a list of inaccuracies? I like to go into biopics knowing what is fabricated.
I'M CAUGHT IN A TRAP
>saves elvises life
I lost it at this point. Was never a real big Elvis fan, but my dad was. This broke me.
>Elvis, "whatever his mother might have thought," seems to have spent some time "as a teenager in Memphis's black neighborhoods, having sex with black girls."[12]
>However it is unclear whether the "sex symbol" actually had sexual intercourse with most of the women he dated.[22] His early girlfriends Judy Spreckels and June Juanico say that they had no sexual relationships with Presley, and there were several women with whom Elvis quickly bypassed sexuality altogether, settling into comfortable friendships.
>Byron Raphael and Alanna Nash have stated that the star "would never put himself inside one of these girls..." (for a number of reasons). Albert Goldman speculated that Elvis preferred voyeurism over normal sexual relations with women. Goldman went on to suggest that during his military service, Elvis had "discovered prostitutes and picked up the intense fear of sexually transmitted diseases which led to claims that he had a morbid fear of sexual penetration."[25]
>Alanna Nash, in her book, 'Baby, Let's Play House': Elvis Presley and the Women Who Loved Him, reveals a need in Presley to play Pygmalion and father to very young girls, whom he delighted in making over. A late-blooming "Mama's boy," she argues, young Elvis was a flop with girls and super-religious. Because of a fear of sexually transmitted diseases, he wouldn't actually go "inside" women, never undressed, and was more into watching elaborate tableaux, often involving feet.
>COLONIZES black pussy
>neurotic paranoia
>roleplays as his white gfs’ dads
How is this anything but based?
>often involving feet
Alright this guy was LITERALLY me.
>famous
>girls literally die for you
>Handsome chad
>rich
>young pretty teen wife
>kinky
>wife sits on floor, he sits on chair..
BASED KING. There will never be someone like him
>Albert Goldman speculated
/ oneofus
Albert Goldman and his books have been spreading israeli lies about people for decades now
>The King
>died on the throne
kino
Pottery
Ceramic, even
MJ>Elvis
Apples>oranges
>Baz Luhrmann presents Elvis Presley like a comic-book superhero. His gaudy biopic Elvis even includes a sequence of comic-book panels: Baz-Elvis the hero transforms from a mild-mannered Mississippi truck driver who sang and played guitar into a flamboyant Elton John or Liberace-style alter ego. Inspiration from sensual black blues and raucous black gospel makes Baz-Elvis a cultural avatar in the manner of both Martin Luther nailing revolutionary theses to public consciousness and Martin Luther King Jr. upsetting racial segregationists while making women scream hysterically. Naïve Baz-Elvis is seen as a Galatea figure manipulated by a shifty Pygmalion, Colonel Tom Parker, so devious and commanding that Baz-Elvis’s final incarnation recalls the pathetic, self-destructive Susan Alexander in Citizen Kane.
>This shameless cultural jumble might make some kind of crazy sense for anyone who still thinks Presley the figurehead of pop vulgarity. That position has many successors, and Luhrmann is one of them. His disregard for truth, history, and taste is a mark of contemporary absurdity, and in Elvis it overwhelms his subject.
>Luhrmann’s latest pastiche follows the deliberate inaccuracies and anachronisms of Moulin Rouge, Romeo + Juliet, and The Great Gatsby. That those lousy films were popular hits seems to fulfill the Y2K prediction of cultural collapse. Audiences who knew nothing about the Belle Époque, Shakespeare, or Fitzgerald didn’t care, and Luhrmann uncannily played to their ignorance.
The real king
I am always amazed how one man can always be right
Do you think Luhrmann actually meant any of this? Or do you think he just did all the black wienersucking because that's what you have to do to get anything made, be it a biopic on Elvis or an adaptation of Resident Evil?
>Luhrmann’s style jumps from one exaggeration to another, zipping through poor-white class issues, past the European-based Army stint and the legendary acquisitive status (a fuchsia Cadillac rather than a pink one). Knowing anything about Presley’s life means you watch Baz-Elvis’s rise to fame the way opera fans recollect a libretto during a pretentious restaging. Luhrmann’s version, with Elvis played by Austin Butler, who does the alluring eyes, modest snarl, and loose-limbed jitterbug moves, is cartoonish and sentimental, unlike the good 1980 Kurt Russell–John Carpenter TV version. But it resembles parody so much that a kind of tickled bemusement is the only way to respond to its blatant inauthenticity.
>Baz-Elvis’s introduction to blacks dancing in a juke joint is intercut with a tent revival where he gets the “spirit.” Luhrmann shifts from ersatz Southern life to a subculture where exotic-looking blacks (wailing from fake Mahalia and Rosetta Tharpe figures) bear little resemblance to African-American physiognomy or temperament. Older Baz-Elvis laments, “That’s the music that makes me happy,” yet we never see him record gospel. Luhrmann quickly drops the religious ruse.
>In this alternate-universe mid-century America, Baz-Elvis has no moral grounding, making him subject to temptation by the Colonel, whom Tom Hanks plays as LBJ, Satan, and Sydney Greenstreet. An enigmatic exploiter (hissing the world “merchandise” as if he invented it), the Colonel is a weirdly accented Lars Von Trier freak whose bloated malevolence threatens to overtake the movie. His catchphrase “art of the snow job” reveals more cheapness. It’s Luhrmann’s attempt to vilify what used to be considered Trump’s gold-toilet vulgarity — even though Elvis (starting with its kitschy title-sequence design) indicates that Luhrmann’s bad taste is conceptual, Kardashian.
>The frenzy that confirmed Presley as the nexus of race, sex, and pop-culture change gives Luhrmann his best moments — when concertgoers and TV-watchers are all shocked and thrilled. “I don’t know what to think!” says Jimmie Rodgers (Kodi Smit-McPhee), simultaneously amazed and aroused. And Luhrmann is similarly confounded, never able to connect the pressure of world-conquering fame to self-realization. His centerpiece — The Elvis Presley Movie — condenses the singer’s mostly lousy Hollywood career to a vignette, featuring an astonishingly exact digital re-creation of Sixties photochemical color processing.
>That sequence is worth an Oscar. Still, it’s absolutely clear that Luhrmann (a Ken Russell showoff minus the genius) knows nothing about artistic expression. The film concludes with meandering scenes of Baz-Elvis and the Colonel arguing with sponsors over a TV Christmas show that eventually became the famous 1968 comeback special. Convictionless scenes of his marital dissolution with Priscilla and suspicious scenes where the Las Vegas casino residency becomes a lifetime prison sentence pad the narrative without illuminating the paradoxes. Fat Elvis finally makes his appearance as a corruption of his youthful aspiration, reaching toward redemption with a desperate rendition of “Unchained Melody.”
>How could we expect that unreliable chronicler Baz Luhrmann to seriously represent Presley’s life story and simultaneous social changes, when the story of America’s cultural legacy is collapsing around us? The comic-book concept makes Elvis a revisionist text, alienating us from the story in the same outrageous manner as the uprooting of our political and ethical heritage. The ironies that overwhelmed Presley, Garland, Brando, Michael Jackson, and Orson Welles — that made them all phenomenal and doomed — are missing. That’s how Luhrmann pays his ultimate disrespect.
I was just about to post this. This is the true Elvis kino
I'd shit my pants over this new Elvis movie if I was 13. I was such a big fan of his. Lmfao.
And now you're a trans?.
Okay we get it.
>I'd shit my pants
Sadly he couldn’t even do that lol
Yeah, he was full of shit.
>yfw you die sweating, nauseous, desperately wanting to shit out months of grease and fiber but your diseased heart gives out from the strain before you can even pinch off a single nugget.
comeback special was really sexy
>Elvis told the FBI he considered Hoover the “greatest living American” and that he’d read his stuff: Masters of Deceit, A Study of Communism, and J. Edgar Hoover on Communism. The memo also said that Elvis “indicated that he is of the opinion that the Beatles laid the groundwork for many of the problems we are having with young people by their filthy unkempt appearances and suggestive music while entertaining in this country during the early and middle 1960s. He advised that the Smothers Brothers, Jane Fonda and other persons in the entertainment industry of their ilk have a lot to answer for in the hereafter for the way they have poisoned young minds by disparaging the United States in their public statements and unsavory activities.”
>Then the memo said, “Presley advised that he wished the Director to be aware that he, Presley, from time to time is approached by individuals and groups in and outside of the entertainment business, whose motive and goals he is convinced are not in the best interests of this country, and who seek to have him lend his name to their questionable activities. In this regard, he volunteered to make such information available to the Bureau on a confidential basis whenever it came to his attention.
Johnny Cash was the workers' singer and the real hero
Presley was an enemy of anyone who wasn't already succeeding in the american system
>Johnny Cash was the workers' singer and the real hero
no he wasn't. other country singers generally considered him a bit of a joke, and it was only when Rick Rubin marketed hm to hipsters that he gained this 'legend' status
>other country singers generally considered him a bit of a joke
why's that
literal revisionism
Pretty much this. Buck Owens was the real deal.
Buck and Merle were badass. Bakersfield sound is superior country
>not Waylon Jennings
Gotta love it when Marxists seethe over Elvis.
>seething
that'd be Merle Haggard, the man Cash was pretending to be
for me it was suspicious minds
big fat guy
What's the problem with women?
>just gotta move a little moronic to get women to obsess over you
It’s literally that easy
if woman sees other women getting wet for guy, they will too get wet and try to compete for the alpha clout. just how the human female works
>showing all the females squirting onto the stage
Was showing that part really necessary? Couldn't it have just been implied?
You guys remember that Unsolved Mysteries episode about Elvis? Fricking kino
kino
I heard the new elvis movie doesn't even mention about his love of food and overeating. How can you just omit the mans greatest passion and love in movie about him? Elvis said that eating was the only thing he truly loved and enjoyed.
yeah, there was no scenes of him just chilling on the bar with fans eating his favorite sandwich
wasted opportunity
I rate Elvis' post comeback gospel/country era higher than his first music in the 50's.
Man I love his gospels. He Touched Me is my favorite album, 12 songs and all of them are 10/10.
I find it fascinating that his final album Moody Blue is still very good considering the problems during the recording process and his ailing health.
Rest in peace The King
>cups of coca cola everywhere
>huffing and wheezing
>sweating profusely
>can barely speak without getting out of breath
>suddenly comes out with THAT voice
total kino
>Cinemaphilegays haven't seen the superior Elviskino yet
literally who?
that face at the end, he knew he absolutely smashed it
he cute
hello my darling hello my baby
Probably the best live performance of all time.
u havent seen my 5th grade music lesson performance
God this scene was so Kino. Thank you for reminding me OP
The part of the movie when this song plays with the footage of real Elvis makes everyone tear up
zoomers discovering elvis gives me hope for some reason
So is the movie worth a trip to the kinoplex or not?
I love Elvis but my gf isn't really into him one way or the other
It's worth it, I didn't know much about Elvis and only liked a handful of songs and I enjoyed it
Totally worth it. It's not a masterpiece but there are plenty of kino scenes.
It probably won't be as good out of theaters but its the best new movie I've seen all year. You should go.
Alright thanks anons. Our local theater does 5 dollar Tuesday so it will be worth it.
Hopefully the rap is minimal.
It is. I think only twice for less than a minute.
1968 Comeback Special was peak Elvis imo
That was his best look for sure
The greatest tragedy was that he was surrounded by self-serving American morons and hicks. I could've saved him if I was his friend
>the movie soundtrack is Eminem, Doja Cat and more Black person rap
I will never watch this movie