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In 1964, God, the King, Elvis Presley himself, set out to completely revolutionize modern cinema with his film Viva Las Vegas. Released in the wake of Kissin’ Cousins, Viva Las Vegas gives us Elvis as a race-car driver driven gaga by the bodacious bounce of co-star Ann-Margret, a swim instructor who knows everything there is to know about mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. The timeless questions posited by the film—Can the swivel-hipped one win the Las Vegas Grand Prix? Where did a race-car driver learn to lip-sync so well? How come my swim instructor didn’t look like that?—are worthy of Ingmar Bergman, and why Elvis never got the attention doled out to his snooty European contemporaries remains a mystery. Perhaps the King himself summed it up best when he said, “I’ve had intellectuals tell me I’ve got to progress as an actor. But not now.” Pay homage at dusk on the Washington Monument Grounds. Free. (877) 262-5866. (Michael Little)