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Okay... let me go over this one carefully...
The plot: The REAL Elvis Presley - who switched places with an impersonator called "Sebastien Hoff" in the 70s, who went on to die as Elvis while Elvis impersonated Hoff impersonating Elvis - and the black, but REAL John F. Kennedy - who was "dyed" by the "them" of conspiracy theory fame - investigate and combat a resurrected 4,000 year old Egyptian mummy, wearing cowboy boots, who is stalking a rest home and sucking the resident's souls out of their bottoms.
Oh yeah. It's that weird. Not to mention the fact that the arse-sucking mummy has a foul mouth and likes to leave hieroglyphic graffiti saying that "Cleaopatra does the nasty" and "Pharoah gobbles donkey goobers". And Elvis persistantly bemoans his erectile problems.
It's pretty good too - not top drawer stuff, but it combines most genres (horror, comedy, tear-jerker) quite slickly. I defy anyone not to laugh as, to the strains of motivational music, a be-Rhinestoned Elvis with a zimmer frame and a black JFK in a motorised wheelchair stride (or wheel) in slow-mo down a corridor to meet their nemesis.
David Lynch for people who like plotlines. Catch it if you can.
The plot: The REAL Elvis Presley - who switched places with an impersonator called "Sebastien Hoff" in the 70s, who went on to die as Elvis while Elvis impersonated Hoff impersonating Elvis - and the black, but REAL John F. Kennedy - who was "dyed" by the "them" of conspiracy theory fame - investigate and combat a resurrected 4,000 year old Egyptian mummy, wearing cowboy boots, who is stalking a rest home and sucking the resident's souls out of their bottoms.
Oh yeah. It's that weird. Not to mention the fact that the arse-sucking mummy has a foul mouth and likes to leave hieroglyphic graffiti saying that "Cleaopatra does the nasty" and "Pharoah gobbles donkey goobers". And Elvis persistantly bemoans his erectile problems.
It's pretty good too - not top drawer stuff, but it combines most genres (horror, comedy, tear-jerker) quite slickly. I defy anyone not to laugh as, to the strains of motivational music, a be-Rhinestoned Elvis with a zimmer frame and a black JFK in a motorised wheelchair stride (or wheel) in slow-mo down a corridor to meet their nemesis.
David Lynch for people who like plotlines. Catch it if you can.