HAVING SEEN rock 'n' roll in its native haunts last
year I was interested to hear from a friend of mine that the latest teenage craze is a very differ- ent kind of thing. Whereas the Bill Haley hep- cats were mostly male with female hangers-on, those that are flocking to be 'sent' by Elvis Presley, whose latest film recently reached Lon- don, are mostly female (with male escorts). The normal reaction to this film has been to get up on to the seats and writhe around until quite exhausted, then flop down in what seems to be a kind of faint. It is not the music which gets them at all, for the screams and groans are controlled by the movements of Mr. Presley's legs, in par- ticular the peculiar scissors-movement that he has evolved. All this mystified the manager of one London cinema. 'You never saw such things,' he said; 'but of course they're a very specialised clientele.'
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