Only one man can save us.
And that dude is a karate kickin’ Elvis, brought to vibrant life by Bruce Campbell in full chin-jutting mode.
Living in the same retirement home as a Black man (Ossie Davis) claiming to be a still-alive JFK, the King faces down pure evil.
Or at least an ancient Egyptian mummy who’s rampaging around, sucking the life force out of elderly residents.
Written and directed by Don Coscarelli, the wild man behind the Phantasm movies, this is good, lowbrow fun — the cinematic equivalent of gorging on Presley’s beloved peanut butter, bacon, and banana sandwiches.