Genres, Themes, Actors, and Directors:
- Aspiring Stars
- Carolyn Jones Films
- Dean Jagger Films
- Elvis Presley Films
- Gangsters
- Juvenile Delinquents
- Love Triangle
- Michael Curtiz Films
- Musicals
- Paul Stewart Films
- Singers
- Walter Matthau Films
Response to Peary’s Review:
Peary argues that this loose adaptation of Harold Robbins’ novel A Stone for Danny Fisher (1952) remains “Elvis Presley’s best film”, noting that “Presley gives a strong, tough performance and his singing is terrific”. Peary further points out that “he is ably supported by a fine cast” and “the direction by Michael Curtiz is very efficient”, “styled much like his Warner Bros. biopic-musicals.” Peary concludes his review by noting that the film is a “solid piece of entertainment and certainly one of the top juvenile delinquent pictures of the fifties”. Presley — in his final movie before entering military service — does indeed seem to be at the top of his game, singing numerous nifty, lively ditties (all well incorporated into the storyline):
… and toggling his bad-boy impulses between “pretty Dolores Hart”:
… and “Carolyn Jones, Matthau’s unhappy mistress”. Jones makes a strong presence as well: she’s amply seductive, pulls no punches (except when forced to under duress), and is clearly a damaged soul simply hoping for relief, which leads to plenty of genuine tension about which girl — and path — Presley will choose.
Russ Harlan’s cinematography is top-notch, and fine use is made of New Orleans locales.
Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
- Elvis Presley as Danny Fisher
- Carolyn Jones as Ronnie
- Several lively musical numbers
- Fine use of New Orleans locales
- Russ Harlan’s cinematography
Must See?
Yes, once, for its historical significance.
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One thought on “King Creole (1958)”
Not must-see.
It seems I’m at the polar-opposite of Peary’s view. I know I’d seen this when I was a kid but… seeing it again was more than a chore.
My biggest difficulty with the film is its script – there’s nothing all that distinctive about it (much of the dialogue is mundane) and it makes for an oddly lethargic viewing experience (one that even a pro like Curtiz can’t do much with).
Once the film starts, it soon settles into a turgid rhythm that’s maintained throughout… except when Presley periodically does his swagger thing. The songs, alas, have a general sameness about them and none of the songs are all that memorable. That may not have mattered at the time of the film’s release – when Presley was all the rage – but time hasn’t been kind; some of Presley’s musical performances in other films still have more power than what’s here.
In short, I don’t find the film all that compelling.