While the idea of a crew of Elvis impersonators shooting up a casino and stealing $3.2 million is appealing, the movie it
happens in, "3000 Miles to Graceland," is such a horrid, directionless mess that it's hard to revel in it. Ex-cons Michael (Kurt Russell) and Murphy (Kevin Costner) are behind the job, with losers played by Christian Slater, David Arquette and Bokeem Woodbine rounding out the gang. Woodbine's character gets killed during the heist, and ruthless Elvis-worshipper Murphy kills the other three in a double-cross. (I will say that I appreciate any film with enough foresight to kill David Arquette within the first half-hour. Better not to cast him at all, but if you're stuck with him, ditch the loser as soon as you can.) Anyway, Michael was wearing a bullet-proof vest, so he's not exactly dead. He hurries back to the motel where the money is stashed and takes off before Murphy can find him. In tow is a dead-end small-town gal named Cybil (Courteney Cox) and her kleptomaniac little boy Jesse (David Kaye). They're heading for Idaho, where a money launderer (Jon Lovitz) has pledged to help un-mark the marked bills, and Murphy is on their tail.
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