All I know is that I hope he came roaring up to this photocall, yelling, “ELVIS WHO?!?!!?!!?!”
The Hollywood Reporter notes, “Jeff Nichols’ The Bikeriders is a rousing look into motorcycle gangs, one of the most American of subcultures. The film takes place in the 1960s when the wild freedom of riding in packs of bikes along the open roads of the United States with one’s club transformed into the heavy violence and wild mayhem of a biker gang,” so maybe it’s also not the IDEAL fictional world into which to accidentally get yourself stuck, but I assume this fixed the issue with the accent. (Can you imagine accidentally being unable to stop talking like Elvis?! I once found myself sliding into Moira Rose after a particularly intense Schitt’s Creek binge and that was bad enough.) I, for once, welcome Austin Butler’s Biker Phase this summer. Bring it on!
(Photo by Don Arnold/WireImage)
