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Bubba Ho-Tep
When residents of their nursing home start dying of dubious causes, an aged Elvis and an African-American senior who claims to be President John F. Kennedy discover that the perpetrator is an Egyptian mummy with murderous intentions.
4 March 1963, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, USA
13 March 1930, Port Huron, Michigan, USA
21 February 1928, Uniontown, Pennsylvania, USA
12 March 1974, San Diego, California, USA
29 September 1945, Long Beach, California, USA
22 June 1958, Birmingham, Michigan, USA
13 November 1968, Bangor, Maine, USA
10 August 1966, New York City, New York, USA
April 29, 2009
A lot less a horror film, and much more of a film about the horrors of getting old.
April 01, 2006
Not a great movie by any stretch of the imagination, but there's enough here to entertain even those for whom 'cult' is a four-letter word.
February 28, 2017
This is a bizarre film that absolutely lives up to its insane premise ... Bruce Campbell turns in one of his most muted performances while playing Elvis Presley - it's a testament to his range.
August 11, 2007
Don Coscarelli still doesn't know how to make cookie-cutter genre films. Let's hope he never learns how.
February 09, 2006
There's plenty of scatological humour and knockabout fun to get one through the slower passages.
November 07, 2016
Despite having a fascinating set-up and an excellent turn from Bruce Campbell, Bubba Ho-Tep becomes a missed opportunity due to director/writer Don Coscarelli's inability to take advantage of the bizarre premise.
September 24, 2007
A mismatched marriage of offbeat character study and unimaginative horror riffs.
April 08, 2004
Fry up a peanut butter and 'nana sandwich, hop in your Cadillac and take one last ride with the King.
January 09, 2004
Neither particularly funny nor scary, but tiresome.
August 14, 2007
This absurdly clever caper is elevated by Bruce Campbell's pensive Elvis into a moving meditation on the diminutions of age and the vagaries of fame.
September 24, 2007
Writer-director Don Coscarelli piles on unpleasant details and cynical asides as if they were the stuff of wisdom, though they seem intended to produce guffaws rather than thoughts
