Should have had all the ingredients of pleasantly mindless entertainment: Elvis in the lead, playing a singer/car driver, three woman who chase him all who are experts in this sort of thing (the very pretty Shelley Fabares, Deb Walley and Diane McBaine), produced by the expert in bright escapist colour froth Joe Pasternak, directed by Norman Taurog, Cecil Kellaway in the support cast, Jack Mullaley (from Dr Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine) playing Elvis' best friend...
But it's a dud.
All the ingredients are there, but it's so, so tired. Elvis looks really bored, the film feels like it was made by old men at the end of their careers (which in Pasternak's and Taurog's case is true). The story is flawed, too: not just the idiotic device of a millionaire who insists Elvis drive his car, but the fact that three women chase him and none end up with him - there is no core relationship so the film feels hollow.
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