I watched the 1965 Elvis Presley movie Harum Scarum last night. What else is there to say but, "MY EYES! OH GOD, THE PAIN!" Not only was it quite possibly the most abysmal Elvis movie ever made, complete with a creepy pedo-ish scene, but Elvis's costume throughout most of it looked like some kind of I-Dream-of-Jeannie-M.C. Hammer-non-jewel-protected couture. We know how in to karate you were, dear Elvis, and that you loved these pants so much you took them home with you from the movie set. Was the jungle room not enough? I would take you rolled in peanut butter and bananas and deep fried or busting from those glittery white jumpsuits, but I will not take you as a lime popsicle.
Number of things I should have done instead of watching this beaut to the end: 40
Apparently Nixon would have taken him anyway he could have gotten him.
I have seen only a fragment of that one here and there. And you wonder why I have nightmares?
@WM...Did Nixon covet green Hammer pants, too? 😀
@Charles...It is no wonder. Truly. I almost had to bleach my eyes. Save the song when he was sitting in jail looking out the bars, he looked comatose most of the picture. So sad, really. He must have felt like he'd really hit rock bottom with this one.
Covet is not a strong enough word for how much Nixon wished he were Elvis. In the WH he couldn't shoot out TV's or he'd have to pay for destruction of Government property.