Two
recent
films—among many
over the past
decades--use rock
music as an engine to
their plots. One
of them, Baz
Luhrmann's Elvis, uses
the music boldly in a
tale of the toxic
co-dependency between
Elvis Presley and his
manager, Col. Tom
Parker. The
other, Peter
Farrelly's The
Greatest Beer Run
Ever, deploys rock
songs from the 1960s
in a movie that starts
out as a jape but
transforms into a
powerful story that is
half antiwar film,
half tribute to
America's fighting
forces.
Elvis Presley has now
been dead longer than
he was alive.
This seems scarcely
credible given his
ubiquity in pop
culture, much of which
was engineered by his
tireless vulgarian of
a manager. Elvis
has been played on
screen by actors
including Kurt
Russell, Don Johnson,
Michael Shannon and
Jonathan Rhys-Meyers,
with actors such as
Nicolas Cage (Wild
at Heart) and Val Kilmer (True Romance) playing
Elvis-like
characters. But
this is the first time
to my knowledge that
any film has placed
the relationship
between Elvis (played
here by Austin Butler)
and Parker (Tom Hanks)
front and
center. One
might debate whether
Luhrmann is the right
director to portray
that tortured
association, but
Luhrmann—who
glories in visual
excess—seizes
the chance to batter
the audience with
every conceivable
over-the-top image
from Memphis,
Hollywood, and
especially Las Vegas
during Elvis' glory
days.
The story begins in
1954, when
Parker—an
illegal Dutch
immigrant and former
carnival
worker—is
managing country
superstar Hank Snow
(David Wenham).
Through Snow's son
(Kodi Smit-McPhee)
Parker learns of a
sensational new singer
recording on Sam
Phillips' Sun Records
label. Parker is
skeptical, but goes
anyway to a taping of Louisiana Hayride where
the new singer is
appearing.
There, Parker is
thunderstruck.
"He sounds black," the
screenplay by
Luhrmann, Sam Bromell,
Craig Pearce and
Jeremy Doner has him
say. "But he's white!"
According to Luhrmann, it was Parker, not Elvis, who was "a flat-out racist,
simple and plain," to quote Public Enemy. Whereas Elvis (according to
Luhrmann) enjoyed friendly relationships with singers such as B.B. King
(Kelvin Harrison Jr.), Parker strove to tamp down his hip swiveling and
put him in Christmas sweaters. The low point for Elvis was his appearance
on The Steve Allen Show, where he was forced to sing "Hound Dog" to a
basset hound.
Like most movies based on true stories, Elvis plays fast and loose with
facts. Elvis was not forced to enter the Army on pain of going to jail, and
he did not fire Parker onstage in Vegas. But most of the movie comes close
enough. Elvis provides a convincing scenario for the way Parker twined
himself inextricably into Elvis' career and life like kudzu in a cotton field.
It also is persuasive on why Parker dissuaded Elvis from touring abroad
and kept him tied to Las Vegas: Parker, as an illegal alien, would never
have been allowed back into the U.S., while having Elvis perform show
after show in Vegas was a good way of repaying Parker's gambling debts.
Among Luhrmann's films, Elvis is somewhere between The Great Gatsby, his best film to date, and the unwatchable Moulin Rouge. Elvis has some
exciting sequences but is both too much and—at two hours and 40
minutes—too long. At times you feel as if you're trapped in a slot machine,
although the photography of Mandy Walker and the production design of
Catherine Martin and Karen Murphy are compelling. Among the actors,
the only outstanding one is Hanks. At first, with his pot belly and florid
Dutch accent, Hanks' Parker seems like a knockoff of Hogan's Heroes' Sgt.
Schultz. But later, when big money is at stake, Hanks suddenly becomes Casablanca's Maj. Strasse, putting the screws to his recalcitrant meal
ticket.
As for Butler, his onstage moves look authentic and his singing (which is
blended with actual Presley recordings) is commendable. His acting is
recessive, even puppylike, although it is historically accurate to have Elvis
be mostly passive with Parker. Butler does have some touching moments
with Helen Thomson, as Elvis' mother Gladys, and some with Olivia de
Jonge as his wife Priscilla. Otherwise, it's Hanks' show—and Luhrmann's.
After the excess of Luhrmann's film, it is refreshing to turn to a movie with
a more human aspect such as The Greatest Beer Run Ever. Based on the
memoirs of John "Chickie" Donohue, Farrelly's film tells an incredible
story about a quixotic ne'er-do-well whose quest to see his soldier buddies
in Vietnam becomes much more of a learning experience than he expected.
The Greatest Beer Run Ever begins in Brooklyn in 1967. Chickie (Zac
Efron), a merchant seaman between ships, is content to sponge off his
disgusted parents, sleep till noon every morning and bum beers off his
friends at his neighborhood hangout. The bar's owner (Bill Murray),
known to everyone as the Colonel, is an old-fashioned, flag-waving patriot,
as are Chickie and most of his friends. They are disgusted by antiwar
protesters—which, to Chickie's horror, include his sister Christine (Ruby
Ashbourne Serkis)—and they are hurting because they have friends
fighting in Vietnam. Their anger grows when they learn that one of their
friends was killed in action, and another, Tommy Minogue
(Will Hochman), is MIA.
One day the Colonel says offhandedly that he'd like to go to Vietnam and
buy each soldier a beer. Chickie, boastful as always, replies that he will go
to Vietnam himself with a knapsack full of Pabst Blue Ribbon, seek out his
friends, and give them each a drink. At first nobody takes Chickie
seriously, but after Tommy's mother (Kristin Carey) gives him a rosary to
give to Tommy, Chickie feels honor-bound to go.
Chickie—as his sister notes—spent his Army service playing cards in a
barracks in Massachusetts. Consequently, he is unprepared for what he
finds in Vietnam, or how the war has changed his friends. I will not
describe everything he finds, but Chickie's troubles truly begin when he
descends upon the 1st Cavalry Division to visit his pal Rick Duggan (Jake
Picking). Duggan has to run through 200 meters of enemy fire to get to
Chickie, and Chickie is surprised that Duggan isn't exactly pleased to see
him. But that is nothing compared to Chickie's surprise that he has to run
with Duggan back to his post—again strafed by enemy fire, but without a
gun or body armor. Chickie's problems, rest assured, grow worse from
there.
Part of the impact of The Greatest Beer Run Ever comes from Farrelly's
use of Top 40 hits from the period, by such semi-forgotten bands as the
Association, the Electric Prunes, the Left Banke, and Tommy James and
the Shondells. The music can be energizing, laughable, or bitterly ironic,
depending on the particular scene. But "Cherish," the Association's biggest
hit and a particular favorite of Chickie's, becomes something of an anthem
by the end, an emblem of Chickie's courage and devotion.
The Greatest Beer Run Ever has a 91% audience rating on Rotten
Tomatoes, but only a 43% critical rating. I am not sure why the divide is so
stark, except that Vietnam remains a divisive issue a half-century after the
war's end. The film is not subtle, but it is solidly made and often moving,
especially in its latter half, and Efron is wonderful as Chickie. Chickie
could have been caricatured as the naïve American blundering into matters
he knows nothing about; that is certainly what Graham Greene or John le
Carre would have made of him. But Farrelly, the working-class optimist,
treats him sympathetically, and Efron makes us care deeply about him.
Chickie is motivated by love of friends and country, but he is smart and
sensitive enough to come to an understanding that his country's leaders
sold him and his friends a bill of goods. He says as much to Arthur Coates
(Russell Crowe), the photojournalist who first mocks and then befriends
Chickie. "It's not the worst thing anyone ever did," Arthur says about
Chickie's exploits. "Neither is it the smartest." Crowe, Murray, and Kristin
Carey are standouts among the supporting cast, as is Kevin K. Tran as a
Saigon policeman obsessed with the movie Oklahoma!
The Greatest Beer Run Ever transcends its farcical title. It is set in a time
of grievous divides between Americans which presaged the partisan
conflicts of today. Its message is humane, admonishing us that the lives of
fighting men and women must never be put in harm's way for frivolous or
spurious reasons. The final scene, between Chickie and Christine, is one of
reconciliation. It is an object lesson for the present. Let us hope it is not a
forlorn one.
Elvis is available on HBO Max, The Greatest Beer Run Ever on Apple TV+.
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