Reviews: Three Thousand Miles To Graceland
For Hardcore Masochists Only
No adjective exists that is sufficiently harsh to eviscerate this heinous crime against creativity. The main plot is predictable, the main characters have no personality beyond being vaguely cute and very light-fingered, the relatively interesting subplot goes absolutely nowhere (and in the process flouts the dictum Show, Don't Tell), there's practically no Elvis, and after the casino robbery around which the movie ostensibly revolves ... it would really be better if there wasn't a lot of action. I really don't see any need to make this cap longer than it should be. I have one of those "bad movie" webcasts planned in which I shall excoriate this pile of tripe in greater detail. Grade: F.