In the 1930s, a desperately poor Alabama couple give up one of their newborn twins to a childless preacher and his wife (Ray Liotta, Ashley Judd). Twenty years later, one has become a rock 'n' roll superstar, while the other rebels against following his adoptive father into the ministry and becomes an impersonator of his lost brother (both played by Elvis impersonator Blake Rayne). The premise might have made a good movie, but it would have to have fallen into less sloppy hands than those of writer Howard Klausner and director Dustin Marcellino. The movie is amateurish and cloying, with an artificial, unlived-in look. Everyone looks fresh from the shower; the paint on the sets and cars still seems wet. There are a few good performances, though—Liotta, Judd, Joe Pantoliano, Seth Green—and Rayne is earnest.