Priscilla
Less of a biopic, more of a character drama. Priscilla wisely shows its cards early in its runtime the second it lets <PERSON> into the <PERSON> household. Short in stature and dolled up as a girl in a woman's clothing, <PERSON> sits around in beautiful chairs and lounges on the floor in boredom, and you immediately grasp the entirety of how she's destined to live as an accessory to <PERSON> (the best I've seen <PERSON>). 465
What follows is that imagination realised, but also summarised. So much is left to the imagination in terms of how much <PERSON> had to endure from such an overwhelming behemoth of culture as her partner and husband, but also so much she's blind to, because deep down, for so much of it, she still is that little girl starstruck by an idol as somebody to love. A perfect <PERSON> story to tell, with all her trademark thematic pillars of loneliness and isolation amidst the lavishness of wealth and fame, but also a beautifully photographed picture by her frequent collaborator <PERSON>. 464