Thanks, Elvis!

I watched both recent Elvis movies in a state of insomniac delirium on one leg of the 28-hour journey home from Almaty, Kazakhstan. My take on the movies, seen together, is that Jacob Elordi does a better job capturing Elvis's likable asshole offstage demeanor, while Austin Butler has a better grasp on what made him such an electrifying performer, almost redeeming an unbelievably goofy movie through sheer commitment to the bit. I remember an interview with Joe Strummer where he described Elvis's death as a unifying moment of mourning, punks and teddy boys putting aside their differences in shared grief.