Sofia Coppola's Priscilla is insanely, almost disturbingly boring. It’s told in these tiny, tiny vignettes. Each scene is almost a minute or less, and one gets almost zero idea about the inner life of any of this film’s characters. I'm calling this disturbing because I found Coppola's approach to be troublingly shallow, as if every single thing that happens to this woman happens only in short bursts, with no analysis attached to it, as if the real people didn't live their lives in sequences longer than a minute. We get almost no moments with the two characters happy; one wonders why she loves this man at all. And I suppose this is supposed to pass off as critique in some way? If so, what is the film critiquing? This is a portrait of a couple falling in love and then falling out of it again. It's a portrait of a young woman who catches the eye of a very, very famous man and then falls in love with him and marries him. But we have no access to what's going on with these two at all. Only stolen minutes in their long lives. It’s baffling.
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