Priscilla

This movie drifted away from me. It's more of an aesthetic object than a real biopic.

Priscilla is not a “biopic” about Priscilla Presley; it’s a memoir. It is a story told not about, but through its main subject.

Coppola flips the biopic completely on its head and then commits the same sin that so many other conventional biopics do – she covers too much ground too quickly, and, ironically, doesn’t offer its main character the agency she deserves.

Priscilla is a vibe. It’s a viscerally emotive whirlwind that sweeps around the viewer with hurricane-like intensity.

Again and again, [Coppola 's] films proclaim: There is so much more to this woman than meets the eye. Do not be distracted by the shiny baubles -- something far more interesting happening here.

The isolation thrust upon Coppola’s heroines by feckless husbands and fathers results in, if not always liberation, self-discovery, newfound confidence, determination, and desire.

Cailee Spaeny's portrayal of the eponymous character stands out as a career-defining performance, showcasing her remarkable talent and paving the way for a promising future in the industry.

While it ultimately feels a bit hollow in what emotions it elicits, Priscilla has an unshakeable immersive quality that still conveys a sentimentality and lovesickness...

Priscilla may not work for die-hard Elvis fans, but Coppola applies her visually appealing aesthetic to tell Priscilla’s story regardless of how Elvis is portrayed.

Who was Priscilla, really, other than a girl obsessed with a larger-than-life star? After 110 minutes of this movie, I'm still not sure, and even though that’s kind of the point, it makes the character portrayal seem like it’s missing something.