Sue Lange writes —
I was never one to go gaga over Elvis. I wasn’t around when he was shaking things up. I was born into the velvet Elvis world. The whole phenomenon has always cracked me up: the bad movies, the Elvis sightings, the thousands of lookalikes running around and putting gas in their cars. It’s all so silly.
Nevertheless I was engrossed in this film. It’s not so much the story of Elvis’ life as it is about Elvis during a time of great change and downward spiral of America. It’s a great little film. It moves. And one gets the feeling that Elvis was an event waiting to happen. If it wasn’t Elvis it would have been somebody else.
Legalized segregation when the races were juxtaposed brought forth the phenomenon. The cultures each developed their own style of music and it was only natural that somebody would put them together for something new. Something big. Without all that, Sam Phillips would never have been impressed with Elvis. Elvis would have been just another crooner.
I never thought Elvis sounded like a black person, but when he came out, the white world did. It was the times. White people were used to Bing and Frankie. Elvis was somewhat left of that. But make no mistake, Big Mama Thornton he was not.
The point is, he liked the music. He played it. He was handsome. End of story.
Whether or not America has been going to hell in a hand basket since the 50s, I’ll let you decide. Watch the movie. Figure it out: http://www.theking.film.