King Creole (1958) Elvis Presley, Walter Matthau, Carolyn Jones, Dean Jagger Danny Fisher (Elvis) is one angry kid. Ever since his mom died, he's been working at menial jobs before and after school to help his family get by. After being unfairly bounced from graduating high school (for the second year in a row), a brush with some mobsters, and seeing his milquetoast father pushed around again, Danny's anger boils over. Hoodlum Shark (Vic) tempts him with a way to make some easy cash and although Danny regrets the decision, one thing leads to another. Before he knows it, Danny's in over his head and instead of singing at Charlie Nice Guy's club, King Creole, he's trapped into working for the evil gangster, Maxie Fields (Matthau). Along the way, Danny gets involved with Maxie's 'bad' girl Ronnie (Jones) and the 'nice', no personality Nellie, both doing their variations of "I love you, Danny, love me too". Vic's role isn't huge but it's pivotal and Shark pops up often enough to keep me interested. (I'm not a big Elvis fan but he does well with this role.) Vic's smooth, often faux-friendly manner of intimidation makes bad-to-the-core Shark the perfect foil to Danny's angry, decent-kid-gone-wrong persona. It's easy to see why Hollywood was quick to typecast Vic as the menacing bad guy - he excelled at it. I'm glad that he was later given a chance to show that he excelled at being the hero, too. Put King Creole on the must see list.