Viva Las Vegas is the purest of the Elvis movies. Gone is the gleeful vulgarity of the Norman Taurog-directed Elvises, or the unsure scrappiness of the ones handed to lesser (Gene Nelson) or less-interested (Don Siegel, Phil Karlson) directors. What remains is color, shape and movement. Las Vegas is reduced to garish form; it resembles the colorful plastics of Alain Resnais’ Le Chant du Styrene -- a city built by Oskar Fischinger and not Bugsy Siegel.
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