Bubba Ho-Tep är bland de bästa b-rullarna som någonsin har gjorts. Någonsin. Och allt är tack vare Bruce Campbell. Som alltid gör han sin karaktär asbra.

Det filmen har över allt annat är humor. Klockren humor. Och bra one-liners. Bruce Campbells Elvis-karaktär formligen spottar ur sig oneliners hela tiden. Därför kommer den här recensionen inte bjuda på så mycket innehåll (filmen är egentligen ganska innehållslös om man letar efter något "djupt"), utan jag kommer presentera en hel del klockrena one-liners istället.

Storyn kanske ni vill veta förresten. "Elvis" (är han den riktiga? Är han bara en imitatör?) vaknar upp på ett ålderdomshem och man får en del flashbacks från hans liv. Han ska tydligen ha bytt plats med någon Sebastian Haff som var Elvis-imitatör. På ålderdomshemmet möter han en svart kille som tror sig vara John F. Kennedy, bara det att CIA har snott en del av hans hjärna och lagrat den i en burk i Washington D.C och sedan färgat honom svart. Ja, det är sjukt, hela filmen är ganska sjuk, men det är det som gör den så bra.


De upptäcker att det om nätterna springer runt en mumie på hemmet som försöker äta upp gamlingarnas själar genom att suga den ur röven på dem. Yep, du läste rätt. Nu ska de komma på ett sätt att stoppa den egyptiska mumien innan det är för sent...


Soundtracket till filmen, även om det består av typ 2-3 låtar bara, är väldigt passande och ger en liten power-feeling till det hela. Filmen är ett måste-se. Jag skrattade ganska mycket åt de one-liners som levererades. Se nedan. Men man måste nästan höra dem själv när de uttalas med Campbells stämma. Otroligt underhållande. Se den här filmen!


Här är de utlovade one-linesen och lite annan minnesvärd dialog från filmen:
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JFK: Well, he eats souls. So, I assume he will crap soul residue.

JFK: He digests souls until they don't exist any more.
Elvis: "And you're just so much toilet water decoration

Elvis: Ask not what your rest home can do for you. Ask what you can do for your rest home.
JFK: Hey, you're copying my best lines!
Elvis: Then let me paraphrase one of my own. Let's take care of business.
JFK: Just what are you getting at, Elvis?
Elvis: I think you know what I'm gettin' at Mr. President. We're gonna kill us a mummy.

Elvis: Don't make me use my stuff on ya, baby!

Elvis: Is there finally and really anything to life other than food, shit and sex?

Elvis: Look, man, do I look like an ickyologist to you? Big damn bugs, all right? The size of my fist. The size of a peanut butter and banana sandwich.

Elvis: T.C.B., baby.


Elvis: Shit, Bubba Ho-tep comes out of that creek bed, he's going to come out hungry and pissed. When I try to stop him he's going to shove this paint can up my ass and he's going to shove me and that wheelchair up Jack's ass.

Elvis: Now the two key words for tonight - "caution" and "flammable".
JFK: Also "watch your ass".

Elvis: Kemosabe was dead of a ruptured heart before he hit the floor. Gone down and out with both guns blazing. Soul intact.

Elvis: Shit! Get old, you can't even cuss someone and have it bother 'em. Everything you do is either worthless or sadly amusing.

Elvis: Shitty pictures man. Every single one.

Elvis: LBJ is dead
JFK: Well, that ain't gonna stop him

Elvis: You fuck off ya patronizin bitch! I'm sick'a yer shit! I'll lube my own crankshaft from now on. You treat me like a baby again I'll wrap this goddamn walker right around yer head!

Elvis: It'd been two presidential elections since I'd had a boner like that.

Elvis: Uh, Mr. President... You're on the floor.
JFK: No shit?

[Elvis läser en besvärjelse mot en medvetslös Bubba Ho-Tep från JFK's "Book of Souls"]
Elvis: "You nasty thing from beyond the dead, no matter what you think or do, good things will never come to you. And if evil is your black design, you can bet the goodness of the Light Ones..."
[läser långsammare med en uttryckt misstro]
Elvis: "... will kick your bad behind"?
[mumlar för sig själv]
Elvis: For chrissake!
[till himlen]
Elvis: That's it? That's the chant against evil from the "Book of Souls"? Oh yeah, right, boss. And what kind of decoder ring comes with that, man? Shit, it don't even rhyme well!
Bubba Ho-Tep: [återfår medvetandet, och pratar gammal egyptiska] Eat the dog dick of Anubis, you ass-wipe!

Elvis: [till Bubba Ho-Tep] Come and get it, you undead sack of shit.

Elvis: But what do I care? I got a growth on my pecker.

Elvis: I was dreamin'. Dreamin' my dick was out and I was checkin' to see if that infected bump on the head of it had filled with pus again. If it had, I was gonna name it after my ex-wife Priscilla and bust it by jackin' off. Or I'd like to think that's what I'd do. Dreams let you think like that. Truth was, I hadn't had a hard-on in years.

Elvis: That's it? I mean, we're investigating a scuttling in the hall, trying to figure out who attacked you last night, and you bring me here to look at stick pictures on the shit house wall, man?

Elvis: No offense, Jack, but President Kennedy was a white man.
JFK: They dyed me this color! That's how clever they are!

JFK: He had me on the floor. I had his mouth over my asshole!
Elvis: A shiteater?
JFK: I don't think so. He was after my soul. Now you can get that out of any major orifice of a person's body. I read about it.
Elvis: Oh, yeah? Where, man? Hustler?

Elvis: What do I really have left in life but this place? It ain't much of a home, but it's all I got. Well, goddamnit. I'll be damned if I let some foreign, graffiti writin', soul suckin', son of a bitch in an oversized cowboy hat and boots take my friend's souls and shit 'em down the visitors toilet!

JFK: Now this top line translates into, "Pharoah gobbles donkey goobers," and the bottom line, "Cleopatra does the nasty."
Elvis: Say what?
JFK: Well pretty much, that's the best I can translate it.