This movie places in its top priority an emphasis on aesthetics and the “vibe” of Priscilla’s world, that was endearing… at first. However in this memoir/memory of what it was like to be the wife of The King, we never actually meet Priscilla. It feels like Coppola is trying to use emptiness and nothingness to reflect Priscilla’s golden cage but it falls flat. We never actually get to see how she feels in response to the events in her life and the over use of montages feels disingenuous instead of strategic. The lonely girl aesthetic isn’t enough to carry the film and at the end you feel like you met no one. I also can’t stress this enough, it was so unfortunate that the long scenes/vignettes of her time in grace land did absolutely nothing to reflect her internal world. Which is what at least I thought, was the the point considering there is no other plot. I wished for a lot more from this movie. Pretty disappointed