Ladies and gentlemen, Elvis has left the theater... so have I.

3000 Miles to Graceland is a horribly flawed movie. Think of it as Ocean's 11 for trailer trash.

The premise is simplistic, a group of Elvis impersonators barge into a Las Vegas casino toting automatic weapons, stroll into the cash room and clean the place out.

Words fail to express how much this movie sucks. From the story set up where Kurt Russell is bedding Courteney Cox (in a trailer!) to the after robbery shoot-out when people get greedy, you just have to wonder why you thought this was going to be entertaining.