My mother loved Elvis tremendously. He came to St. Louis to do a concert and my father wouldn't take her. I don't remember why. I don't ever remember that she wanted to go. I just remember her exploding with it one day, years later.
When he died, she took it hard. You could tell. It was, looking back on it now, as though a piece of her youth had gone with him. His movies played for days on the local chanel and she watched, and so did I.
I have to admit that I too was in love with Elvis. I don't know a girl in her right mind who wouldn't be. He was so handsome (the younger him), so talented, so smooth and suave, so gentlemanly, so cool, and so sexy. Sometimes I wished I were born in another era, just so I'd have the chance to see the him - maybe in person! Alas, but not alack, for I had his movies to keep my fantasies alive.
It was his movies, more than his songs, that I loved. So very very much. I was glad he had done som many.
In honor of his last concert, I present to you some clips of movies he was in. I'm not going to go digging for the "just right" ones, I'll just post what I get to first. It doesn't matter anyway, because there was nothing he didn't do without perfection.