This is apt to be tedious going for all but the most confirmed of Presley’s young admirers. The 10 – count ’em – 10 tunes [staged by Jack Baker] he sings may be cause for rejoicing among his more ardent followers but, stacked up proportionately against the skinny story in between, it seems at least three too many. Admitting the slim scenario, so many warbling interruptions upset the tempo of the yarn and prevent plot and picture from gathering momentum.
Screenplay springs off to a fairly bright start, thrusting ‘bush pilot’ Presley and sidekick Gary Lockwood into several situations, airborne and earthbound, that have a fair humor content. Most of the action takes place at the 1962 Seattle Fair and vicinity, the yarn implicating Elvis with a temporarily abandoned type (Vicky Tiu) and a nifty nurse (Joan O’Brien).
Presley effortlessly executes his customary character – red-blooded wolf on the crust, clean-cut nice guy at the core. Lockwood, as his gambling chum, makes a good impression. O’Brien is easy to look at. Little Miss Tiu is tiu precious for words.