Cinema's most shallow, vacuous, superfluous genre, the biopic, may have found its ultimate virtuoso in Baz Luhrmann. The Aussie auteur imposes the same sweeping, candy-colored, rapidly edited style through which he's interpreted literature (Romeo + Juliet, The Great Gatsby) and period drama (Moulin Rouge!, Australia) on the story of Elvis Presley and his svengali manager Col. Tom Parker. This busy pastiche is so empty it doesn’t even register enough to be a truly terrible movie. Tom Hanks' performance as Parker, however, certainly qualifies as terrible. Austin Butler makes a pretty convincing Elvis - I just wish we could have gotten to see him play a scene.