Insomniac already at the age of 13, I heard the radio tell me in the middle of the night that Elvis Presley was dead. "Heart attack victim", "excessive drug use" and "at the age of 42" came as a result of this information. This news, so immense and so incredible in the true sense of the word, seemed to me terribly sketchy, bordering on the incongruous. This man who was shaking in all directions and to whom the censorship of Spanish television had cut off his hips without any mercy. This handsome self-confident kid with an arrogant pout. This man with a deep voice and an almost disdainful smile. The height of kitsch, the fans screaming, his hair styled back with this little lock fixed in front. And his body. His way of defying the prohibitions. This man had just died. He was nicknamed The King. Many of us witnessed his downfall but, elegantly, he gave us his voice until his last breath. I didn't like him. He didn't make me vibrate. All this superficial amalgam that surrounded him prevented me from hearing this incomparable voice. A rock had just died. A period of history, the false image of freedom. A landmark. A promising young man who became a monster because of the drugs but especially because of all those who made him a product. It wasn't until many years later, once all those layers of onion around him were gone, that I heard, unfiltered, heart-to-heart, "Love me tender." My tears confirmed what I had long suspected: an iconic figure had collapsed and with him, a turning point in the history of music. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BeTurYZuY4A&ab_channel=TaniaVasileva
Synopsis
The story of Elvis Presley, through the prism of his impresario.
Impressions
It's really inappropriate to make a film called "Elvis," only to put it in the background. Certainly, the grip of this colonel should not remain silent but then, we focus on this character and point bar. And the film is called something else, like "Colonel Parker". Tom Hanks plays the role of this colonel, monopolizes the screen to the point of asphyxiation. His charisma became too heavy, suffocates us and leaves no chance to an Austin Butler who flutters, who drowns in the interpretation of a role much too big for him. More than transmitting a semblance of Elvis' sexual energy, he is rather assailed by spasms that transmit nothing at all. 
Luhrmann's cinema could be described as profound in its superficiality. This particular way of the director deliberately dispensing with anchor points and walking us through breathtaking visual journeys, unfortunately becomes the Achilles' heel of this biopic intention. Under tons of kitsch and with the hope of building a concrete scenario on Elvis, the film focuses on his impresario, this colonel who was not even a colonel and with whom we have nothing to do. The key moments of the singer's life are approached with very pale brushstrokes, which gives the film a disjointed and soulless look. The voids are plugged by a Tom Hanks as ubiquitous as the Kermit frog in the Sesam Street episodes. Elvis' life was highly interesting and full to take the colonel as an excuse to talk about him. It was not necessary. The topic could have been addressed but not sold as the main object. As if Elvis was just an accessory, as if he was worthless. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1g5tVGZhfk&ab_channel=Lauro It is absolutely inappropriate to give the role of Elvis to a young kid who does not even come close to his ankle. Elvis' energy, aura are so absent that the film becomes a soulless story that only aims to enumerate certain events. Like an exhibition that would have no material and that would end up boring us, or even annoying us more than anything. Little Forrest Gump gave off a lot more emotions when he danced! 
It is clear that going up against Freddy Mercury or Elvis is not given to everyone. It is clear that Rami Malik is not Freddy Mercury, that at no time do we forget that he is not Freddy Mercury. But once we adapt and acceptance is put in place, we can only salute the interpretation of this actor. Austin Butler, it looks like he was kicked and landed on the set, helpless and alone in the world. Get on with it. Recently, South Korean director Park Chan-Wook spoke about the production of films made during the pandemic. Interruptions to filming because of covid, closed cinemas, lockdowns on lockdowns… All this offered more than time for the productions to fine-tune their baby. But, in our opinion, the more time passes, the more we touch and retouch, the more the project is scattered. The perspective changes, the initial idea is tossed around, trivialized. Fortunately, all those who have known this monument, this force of nature, let us keep in us its untouchable memory. This slide, this vision from an infuriating prism, may very quickly be forgotten. Really a shame. The only real emotion in this film is the last seconds with the singer. It was Elvis, what. No need for more. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64cb5I2Z-Fk&ab_channel=ElvisPresleyVEVO
