An anthropomorphic reincarnation of Elvis sidelines a murderer.
Reborn as a basset hound, Elvis accompanies his human companion Callie Valentine Jones, owner of the Hair.Net beauty salon, her exuberantly foul-mouthed cousin Lovie and her mama Ruby Nell to a dance competition at the swank Peabody Hotel in Memphis. The Peabody’s red carpet cushions the steps of more than dancing humans and their hound dogs. Every day a duck master escorts a procession of webbed feet along the carpet to a dip in the lobby fountain. This spectacle displeases Elvis, who sets feathers and tempers flying as poor Gloria Divine lies dead in the water, making her the second murder victim among dance contestants following Babs Mabry Mims’s splatter after falling 13 floors. Matters escalate when someone whispers, “Die, hoochie Mama,” to Ruby Nell, a pronouncement so dire that it causes Callie and Lovie to don disguises, break and enter various hotel rooms and get into scrapes too slapstick for the Marx Brothers, all the while pining for their missing lovers. Not to worry, though. Ruby Nell wins the jitterbug contest, and Elvis gets plenty of Pup-Peroni snacks.
Every inch as gruelingly cute as Elvis and the Grateful Dead (2009). It’s enough to make the most diehard Elvis fans switch to Barry Manilow.