Elvis: The mini-series. On May 8, 2005, CBS aired a mini-series called “Elvis.” It was another bio-pic on the life of the King of Rock and Roll. At least, in my mind, that’s what I thought it would be.
On the contrary, this mini-series turned out to be one of the most definitive Elvis bio-pics I have seen to date. The King was portrayed very well by Irish actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers and followed his life from teen truck driver to the comeback King.
This is the only movie about Elvis that used his entire master recordings. While the music was great I was hoping for some real singing a la “Walk the Line” and not just another lip-synch. That is the only fault I saw in the movie, because when watching Meyers perform, you knew it was the King’s voice and not his own.
The movie also did not depict the Elvis we all look up to, it showed the darker side of the man. His weak side. His insecurities with his mother (Camryn Manheim), his womanizing with Anne Margret (Rose McGowen), the friction between he and his father (Robert Patrick) after his mother’s death, his pill addiction which plummeted out of control making him physically abusive at times, his questionable relationship with 14-year-old Pricilla Beaulieu (Antonia Bernath), his dysfunctional relationship with Colonel Tom Parker (Randy Quaid), his struggle to be taken serious as a movie actor and his soul searching to be truly happy.
The movie depicts the King as a talented powerhouse who gets everything he wanted, but then realized it wasn’t what made him happy in the end.
I didn’t watch the series when it first came out because I thought it was going to be “just another elvis bio,” but I rented it on Netflix the other night and very happy I did. I felt sorry for him at some parts, and disgusted in him in others, proving the King was a human being.