Rarely have I seen a film so filled with rage, but presented as a pleasant mixture of emptiness and repressed desire. The beauty of the things Coppola uses to tell the story, the gorgeous characters and all those delicious costumes, settings and props, barely manage to conceal the seething rage trapped deep down inside Priscilla’s heart.
It’s a tempest she stifles…somehow. As always with Sofia, it’s the candy-coated exterior of a life that, when viewed in the right light, reveals…