Ditto. She's very talented, game on SNL, and seems to have a great funny personality. She's one of the good ones.

Make that, go to Amazon. Damn spell correct. Or Barnes and Nobles .com

Dave Marsh is trying to sound black?? You can't have read his Elvis book. Any doubters, go to Amazing and sample the first few pages, his intro alone is an absolute stunner.

US Male is found on a terrific single cd comp called Tomorrow is a Long Time, which collects some excellent pre-comeback gems of Elvis already taking a potent dip back into his roots. Title track is the justly revered Dylan cover, and Big Boss Man and Guitar Man (also a Reed cover featuring the writer on guitar) are…

Moore and Black also played together in a hillbilly bad Philllips had recorded called The Starlight Wranglers. A cut is on the single cd sun comp Sun Country. Moore was immersed in Chet Atkins and R&B influences. An inspired bit of alchemy.

Santos, next time you hear the full record of Hound Dog, listen for the following things: Scotty Moore's slashing guitar licks, Elvis' balls out delivery, the aggressive mix with drums and handclaps pushed right up front, and the seemingly incongruous quarter harmony of The Jordinaires floating behind it all. Then…

To Henry's point (what Lobsters' point is I don't know, which is typical,) the point is that while talented composers are one thing, the rarest and most special thing of all if for someone to be a genuine stylist who rewrites the rules and invents a new vocabulary for other artists to use. Many of those in popular…

Elvis was the opposite of a racist. His friends Jackie Wilson, Mohammed Ali, James Brown, and B.B. King all knew that. That the hip hop community has spun it the other way is indefensible propaganda at worst, or willfull ignorance at the least.

My recommendation for an Elvis primer, besides this characteristically great article, is Dave Marsh's biography. Guralnick is great, but for already devoted fans or those ripe for conversion. Marsh's much slimmer volume came much earlier, but still, IMO, packs the most potent punch in capturing the contradictions,…

I believe the put a monitor in the stairwell and rechorded live echo from that, inserted in the mix. Elvis was still in the studio proper.

Would like to put in a vote for the always underrated Loving You as best Elvis movie. King Creole is certainly the best piece of dramatic cinema, and has arguably the better song score, but Loving You is the most beautifully crafted Technicolor, Cinemascope portrait of Elvis and 50's Teen culture as one in the same. …

The music sounds darker and the film exposure is literally much darker than the way Raimi's movies were shot. Also we apparently get the death of his parents when was just a tyke, Batman style.

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This will be Costner's first watchable movie since Waterworld. Or did Thirteen Days come after?

The accusation of "gimmicky" 3-D shots has become a really tired cliche, IMO. Look at any cinematic director's 2-D work and you'll see plenty of "full-on" shots where things come towards the camera. Guns are pointed at cameras, sparks fly at the screen, doornobs move towards the audience, you name it. Such imagery…

Although I personally agree he should get one, I think awards shows are synonymous with hot load of bullshit by their very nature, so really, who gives a fuck.

The trailer comes first, right? Just checking.

Unless I've missed it, I don't see anyone arguing Ebert's point that all bad movies are depressing. Certainly anyone who likes camp can derive delight from certain tasteless, pointless, incompetently made films. The Apple inspires me to revel in the wonders of the human spirit every bit as much as Chariots of Fire.

I dig Wiig, whose job description probably literally details the making of chicken shit into chicken salad. Also she has the demeanor of the late bloomer who doesn't take herself too seriously just because she's hot. She's the Jan Smithers of the new millennium, so hats off to her.

The exact same descriptino goes for ABBA The Movie. No seriously, it has some surprisingly subtle but engaging pop consumerism satire, and striking 70's handheld photography, doubtless thanks to direction from a young Lasse Hallstrom. Pleasant to stream whilst doing the laundry or drifting off to sleep.

I feel you Snark. I was primed to love this but found it, though not without a handful of great moments, overall mediocre at best. Exact same goes for the music genre parodies. It felt like a decent one-hour made for cable special s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d to feature length.