The slickest, and possibly the trashiest, film ever made. We got the hair, the voice, the hip-shaking eathquake competitions between Elvis and Ann-Margret.
Jewel, All Too Much, Elastica, and Spacehog all pretty much fall short, although Graeme Revell’s “Bells, Books and Candles” has an incense-filled aura.
The gangster/detective thing should be done with a certain finesse, so here’s a message to Hollywood: Next time you attempt this, avoid ruining a good director.
Shot in beautiful black and white by the elusive Bruce Weber, we follow the saint of the jazz scene through his biggest fears and most elaborate dreams.