Just watching Elvis in Fun In Acapulco. I must be one of the few who actually like Elvis films. What a film star he could've been, instead of the rather shallow leads he often played. But then again, they are infinitely more enjoyable than the dreadful caricature he became on stage in Las Vegas. A club singer in a white jumpsuit. What a role model for all the Elvis copycats around the world. Funny; but not fun.
Maybe I'm just too serious, or too critical. Whatever, I know what I like. A young Elvis was absolute brilliance - even though he dyed his hair black to hide his natural red hair. I'm amazed at the number of people who don't know that - especially the ones who should know.
Then again, I should know: my younger brother used to dress like him, and had his hair cut and styled the same way, too. He even had 'Elvis' stapled to his belt - all this in a school where we had to wear uniform every day!
Back to the movie...
Gipsy Rose Warhol
You know, it takes a certain gift to have everyone quoting you years after you’ve said something. But I guess it takes an even greater gift to have the thing just about come true. Yep, I’m pretty sure, now, that everyone will become world-famous for fifteen minutes – and blogs just moved the spotlight that little bit closer.
So, here we go: lights, camera, action!! Umm, actually I’m not quite ready yet – gimme fifteen minutes…
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