Holyrood certainly didn't stint on the resources it put into this outing for Elvis. Michael Curtis took the helm and Harold Robbins provided the original novel as we follow the escapades of "Danny Fisher". He is a skint college flunkey who takes a job in the eponymous club. His boyish charms and his moves delight the audience, and they also attract the mischievous temptress "Ronnie" (Carolyn Jones) - who just happens to be the mistress of the club's dodgy owner "Maxie" (Walter Matthau). Dangers looms, but when he realises that there is money to be made with his crooning - for the right people - he finds himself immersed more and more on the wrong side of the tracks. Luckily for him, there is hope of redemption in the form of "Nellie" (Dolores Hart). She is a good natured girl who tries to get "Danny" to see past his short term life and look to a more honest, positive future. Will his new friends allows either of them that luxury? Easily the best film Presley ever made, in my book. Curtis creates a wonderfully grim and gritty environment for this story of love, lust, greed and ambition to play out. The star himself was a bit old for his role, but still he looks every inch the wayward teen - a sort of mini-Marlon Brando; and the songs - though not his best or most memorable, are worked well into the narrative. Nope, the ending is never in doubt, but there is bags of charisma on offer here from a star who was exactly that.