If the dramatic pull of Elvis's role in Flaming Star was no match for the musical numbers in G.I. Blues, it's no wonder that his last dramatic role for nigh a decade in Wild In The Country paled in comparison to the success of Blue Hawaii.  If early Hollywood Elvis sought to be the next James Dean, Wild In The Country was his Rebel Without A Cause.  And also a fair bit like East of Eden, as Wild In The Country explores such similar territory as classism, loss of a mother, an incongruous generational gap, and a bit too much melodrama.
Elvis plays Glenn Tyler, a character not too dissimilar from King Creole's  Danny Fisher.  Glenn comes from the wrong side of the tracks, lacks the  proper schooling to get him where he'd like to be, lost his supportive  mother earlier in his youth and lives under a deadbeat father who  doesn't understand him.  After injuring his drunken brother in a brawl,  his father wants him locked up, but the law has sympathy toward Glenn  and allows him to live with his uncle, provided he begin psychological  therapy with mother-figure Irene Sperry (Hope Lange).
The screenplay is brought to us by Clifford Odets, a playwright who is no stranger to heavy melodrama.  His own Clash By Night  vents bile for a good length of its story (credit Fritz Lang for giving  the screenplay legs), his guns-a-blazin' moral indictments The Big Knife and Sweet Smell of Success  have their flair for the dramatic (broken homes and suicide,  respectively) and he even wrote the screenplay for something called Humoresque,  which I imagine is a misnomer.  So no surprise here when Glenn, a  troubled youth, finds his true calling in-- wait for it-- creative  writing!
On top of his tortured family history, a love triangle isn't enough  for Glenn to deal with; it becomes something of a love rhomboid with  trouble at each corner.  Millie Perkins plays Glenn's childhood  sweetheart (and simply backwoods sounding) Betty Lee Parsons who, though  sweet, represents something of a glass ceiling for Glenn: at best he  would end up middle-America if he could survive the "Down In The  Boondocks" curse Betty Lee's family won't let him forget.  Tugging the  tether from the opposite side is Glenn's cousin, Noreen (Tuesday Weld),  an equally troubled and world-weary teen mother.  Her father (Glenn's  uncle) gives Glenn a job at his distillery.  Moonshine is a signature  cliché that reminds us his prospects on this side of town would be even  lower.
Tellingly, Glenn falls in love, instead with the older, most supportive  motherly character, counselor Irene Sperry.  Even more Oedipal than his  work in Flaming Star, there is no question that the instances in which Presley is most affecting in Wild In The Country  are due to the recent loss of his mother.  The drama gets out of hand--  an attempted suicide, a slander, a death and false accusation of an  affair conclude in a scene that can only be settled in an over-wrought  courtroom.
My problems with the screenplay aren't with the inflated melodrama-- the  experienced cast makes it, usually, effective-- but with the  thesaurusness and forced local color of the writing.  In a screenplay  re-worked to be about creative writing, it is grating to hear  dialogue like "she says that she'll have me any way: plain, fried or  scrambled" and "I thought you were supposed to help me ma'am, not rile  me up like a muddy creek: take my life and twist it into something you  want" in Elvis's extended diatribes, music set to swell, reminding us  that this talk is weighty.
But it is a film that survives despite the drama weighing it down.   Perhaps the end is naïvely optimistic in Glenn's taking of the "third  route" to college, but there is something triumphant in his ascension of  the steps as he reaches university, and something even more powerful in  the longing in the eyes of the women he left behind.  Wild In The Country is a film whose success is in its performances, surviving the drama they needed to wade through, like a muddy creek. -- ***/four stars
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