My third-favorite Elvis film.
Viva Las Vegas has Ann-Margaret rockin’ the tightest pants in the history of the free world, while Roustabout boasts an especially-deep song catalog, plus the immortal Barbara Stanwyck.
What Jailhouse has going for it is one of Mr. Presley’s absolute best song-and-dance scenes, as he burns the jailhouse down with smokin’ moves and velvet voice.
There’s a plot here, not that it matters much, as no one ever went to an Elvis movie for deep philosophical discussions or character arcs.
They paid to watch him wail and get down with his bad self.
Mission accomplished.
